"Yeah, yeah, sure. I'll be there in fifteen. You guys order a bottle for me." I hear the sounds of the club on the other end of the phone and Franky shouting, "You know what, make it two!"
"See you soon, bro."
Franky hangs up and I laugh as I turn off the water to the bath and take off my shirt. I'm not going anywhere tonight, but if I told the guys that, they'd come back to this suite and drag me out with them. I already spent hours in the poker room buying drinks and gambling. I don't like either of those things, but it's Franky's bachelor party, and we agreed to whatever he wanted.
Franky is a childhood friend of my brother Rogue and me. We kept in touch as we got older, but it's not always easy with how demanding our jobs are. Rogue lives here in Vegas as one of the biggest divorce
