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He walked off with his guitar.
A few voices groaned as the lights shifted back to dim red and amber.
“Do you come to this kind of place often?” Priya asked.
“What, you mean a bar? No, not really.” Prescott shook his head.
“I’m more of an indoor cat.”
“I find that hard to believe,” I put in.
Priya nodded her agreement.
“Why?” Prescott asked.
“Because you’ve got a tan and you’ve got muscles,” I pointed out.
“Both could be obtained indoors.”
“Didn’t peg you as the type to use a tanning bed.
Prescott gave an awkward laugh.
“Okay, enough about me. What about you, Eleanor, Priya? What do you girls do when you’re not hunched over a sketchpad?”
A server approached our table with a tray.
“Sherry cobbler.” He set down a glass of golden cocktail.
“For you.” Prescott pushed the glass towards me. You said you wanted low alcohol. This one’s basically fruit and sugar.”
“Hugo spritz.” The server set down another glass Prescott nudged the glass towards Priya.
“I know you like green.”
“R?my Martin Louis XIII Cognac, neat,”
I raised an eyebrow.
“You sure know how to order drinks at a bar.”
Prescott shrugged, sheepish.
“I hope it’s okay?”
“Sure. I said I was picking up the tab.”
I picked up my glass.
It was cold to the touch, the stem slightly damp.
“Don’t drink that!”
The shout came from behind me.
I was already raising the glass.
Then a hand caught my wrist.
Strong grip. Warm fingers.
“Don’t. There’s something in it.”
I looked up, surprised.
Cade Lawson took the glass from me and set it down hard on the table. 1
“Who the hell are you?” Prescott demanded.
His eyes flicked down at the glass, then back up at Cade’s face.
The server hadn’t walked off. Still hovering nearby.
Cade turned and yanked him forward by the collar.
“What the fuck did you put in her drink?”
The guy flailed, tried to step back, couldn’t.
I stood up slowly.
“What’s going on?”
Cade didn’t take his eyes off the guy.
“I saw him in the storeroom. He poured something white into one of the glasses. It looked like powder. Then he walked straight over here.”
I glanced down.
The drink looked like any other sherry cobbler, translucent amber with a reddish undertone.
“Why the hell would you spike my drink?”
The server shook his head so fast his ear piercings rattled.
“I didn’t! I swear!”.
Cade let go and shoved him back.
He stumbled into a chair and barely caught himself.
“You were hiding behind the liquor shelves. I saw you add something. You ran the second I stood up.”
“You’ve got it wrong! I didn’t do anything-“Cade went to pick up the glass.
“The drink’s right here. We can-
He didn’t finish.
Prescott stood up so fast his chair scraped the floor He marched over and punched the server in the face.
“You think you can drug us?” he yelled.
“What the fuck were you trying to do?”
The server stumbled back, eyes wide, hand going straight to his jaw.
Prescott leaned in and got right in the guy’s face.
A second later, the guy kicked Prescott in the ribs.
“Back the fuck off! I didn’t do anything!”
“You dosed the drinks. You’re lucky I’m not dragging you outside.”
“I didn’t! You’re lying!”
They went for each other.
Prescott didn’t hold back.
The server got one elbow in, then another.
By the third, they were grabbing at each other’s collars and swinging in every direction.
One of them hit the table.
It flipped.
The whole thing tipped sideways.
Glass shattered across the tiles.
Cut fruit slid onto the floor, half-smashed.
Liquid streaked across the concrete, soaked into mapkins, and spilled down Prescott’s trousers.
Music cut off mid-beat.
Screaming started.
People backed away, chairs scraped, someone knocked over a speaker.
I stared down at the mess, brows drawn tight.
I stepped around a broken plate, scanned the ground.
The glass was gone.
Cade reached for the server’s arm.
“Stop it, both of you!”
I moved in.
“Enough. Everyone shut and back off.”
Priya grabbed Prescott’s elbow. up I shoved a chair out of the way and pulled at the server’s shoulder.
Cade stepped in from the other side.
It took all three of us to get them apart.
Prescott was breathing hard.