The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, and Cassidy exhaled through her nose, adjusting Parker's half-conscious weight against her side. His head lolled slightly, but he was still awake—barely. Drunk off his ass, and so were the other three.
Ava was the least wasted, her sharp eyes hazy but still aware enough to stumble along beside them, heels in hand, hair wild from the night's chaos. Claire and Alina? Cassidy wasn't even sure they knew where they were.
They clung together, giggling into each other's necks like the floor was made of clouds.
She'd seen a lot in her life, but never expected this from him. Not the quiet kid she used to know. Not the sharp, controlled young man she'd seen earlier today. No—this was different. Loose. Vulnerable. Reckless. And she was partly to blame for this.
