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Diana had already bought the bottle of Bacardi when the plan finally began to formulate, which then changed her initial plan of trying to get Danny to relax a little before having a complicated conversation with his parents. She should have known there would be a wrench tossed into her plans—very little things these days seemed to go how Diana imagined them. Still, they were about to be committing several illegal acts so maybe the alcohol was still a good idea. If she was a little drunk, maybe her brother would take pity on her and not let his friends put her in jail besides Cameron. 

No, the plan would work. It was a little stupid but as long as they covered their tracks well enough, it will be fine. She had to believe that. With the bottle in hand and an envelop with Danny’s tips in her pocket, she knocked on his door. “Hey! Open up before you end up breaking something in there.”

“Look what we have here. What happened to you, Daniel? Took a wrong turn somewhere? You certainly look tired and..very alone, I must add. I bet that it’s really taking its toll on you, is it not?”

Too mean of an introduction? Maybe, maybe, but he couldn’t honestly resist the temptation.