(Finley POV)
I take a sip of water at the club and stand on the side. I was playing a designated semi-sober friend that would bring their drunk asses home. Mari doesn't drink, but since this was the one-year anniversary since my uncle's death my guess was he was going to get fucked up.
I can't blame him.
I would too if one of my dads died.
They complete each other and just having one wouldn't be right.
Besides, there's no way in hell I would miss the prized baby Marius, four shots and five drinks in.
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