"Another," Leonorado said flatly, his deep voice carrying over the hum of music as he tipped back yet another glass of whiskey.
Casper and Zion exchanged a glance across the table, both silently counting how many he'd had now. It wasn't just a drink or two—Leo had been knocking back glass after glass, draining the bottle like it was water. Alan wasn't here tonight, which meant it was just the three of them in this dimly lit VIP corner, and neither Casper nor Zion could figure out what had gotten into him.
"What's wrong with him?" Zion muttered under his breath, leaning slightly toward Casper.
Casper was about to reply when a manicured hand slid into view, a single finger tracing lazily along his cheek. He turned his head, grinning instantly when he saw a gorgeous woman in a barely-there dress. Without hesitation, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into his lap, earning a soft giggle from her as she looped her arms around his neck.
