Silence filled the room. Leonel slumped on the couch, surveying the wreckage.

Everyones wives had called-except for his. He had free rein.

He wiped his brow.

The club manager approached, offering, Mr. Douglas, do you need anything? It took a moment for Leonel to catch on.

The manager was suggesting an escort.

Leonel shielded his eyes with a chuckle. Nah, skip the girl part. Just bring me two finer bottles of red.

The manager nodded.

up or shift you to

a neater spot, nursing

He was drinking alone.

his phone, wondering when

didnt bother, he figured he might just crash here. Clearly, she wasnt missing

bad mood was a slippery slope to getting

already tipsy, slouching on the couch, squinting against the

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