*Greyson's POV*
I had gone back to my hotel room after talking with Sam and polished off every single bottle that was in the mini-fridge. Clearly, I was already making bad decisions. Alcohol and I usually got along just fine, but not today. My thoughts were all over the place, to begin with. Sam hadn't reached out again since we talked this morning. I was itching to call him and find out how his conversation with Sterling went. I must have picked up my phone fifty times but never followed through with calling him. I was nervous that he would have good news.
Not even buzzing yet, I decided to go to a bar I saw down the street. I'm pretty sure it was a strip club, but it served booze and that's all I cared about right now. I locked the door to my room and headed out. I wasn't gonna drive b
