#high tail

Ollie blinked when he tugged the door open. The club had long been empty; once 2am hit and the booze stopped pouring, the party stopped too. He lingered, though; after all, it was a second home. “I thought I’d scared you off,” he said, stepping outside. The night air was cool, a slight breeze kissing his cheeks. “Once people find out my father is the city’s most notorious mobster, they usually high-tail out of my life.”