“What in the ever-loving fuck…? Where’s everyone going?” I look up. Sullivan Meadows, my twenty-year-old cousin, suddenly arrives. Her bodyguard Akara Kitsuwon safely leads her against the grain, and they enter the bar while masses barge outside. Sulli unzips her puffy teal jacket. “Are we supposed to be here?” “It seems that way,” I tell her. “Someone’s bought out the bar for us.”
