[AFTER HOURS]

Adham shoved the last of the duffel bags into the trunk and slammed it closed. The smile plastered on his face was meant for her, but Leila sensed he was really the one who needed reassurance. His hands were shaking as they gripped her arms. "I promised you the dream, baby," he whispered. "And that's what I'm going to get you. You just have to trust me."

Flashes of last night came rushing back: piles of powder on glass tables, expensive cars, his best friend holding a gun to a man's chest. Lights so bright they were blinding, and all-consuming shadows. She couldn't meet his eyes.

"I promise this will fix everything."

WELCOME TO AFTER HOURS.
IN THIS WORLD, A MAN WHO ONCE CHASED AFTER FAME REALIZES WHO HE HAS BECOME, AND WISHES TO ESCAPE WITH HIS LOVER TO ANOTHER CITY TO FEEL LIKE HIMSELF AGAIN. BOTH OF THEM FIND MORE THAN THEY BARGAINED FOR IN SIN CITY, AND THE WEIGHT OF BOTH OF THEIR LIES THREATENS TO CRUSH THEIR RELATIONSHIP, AND POSSIBLY THEIR LIVES, INTO DUST.

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION, AN INTERPRETATION OF THE WEEKND'S AFTER HOURS ALBUM. I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO THIS MUSIC.

PLEASE SIT BACK, PLUG IN YOUR HEADPHONES, AND ENJOY.
THIS IS QUITE THE STORY.

WARNING: CONTAINS THEMES OF DRUGS, VIOLENCE, AND SELF-HARM. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.