#jaspersalvo

Vienna was making her way through the hotel lobby when she'd spotted him. She had every right to be there seeing how her father owned it, but she didn't have a clue why he was there. If their families were going into business, Vienna had half a mind to move to another country altogether.

The game was in its second quarter, but Tomas had barely noticed. The Knicks were fine. Really, he was just looking for an excuse to hang out in one of private suites. As much as he wanted to sit courtside, he couldn't bear the idea of showing up on the jumbotron with a busted nose. The other assholes he invited complained that they were missing out, but they had no problem drinking all of his alcohol and running up his tab. He was quietly grateful that Duke was nice enough to show up and keep him sane. "Okay, bet: $500 on the Knicks. Oh, and you pay for drinks at the afterparty. I heard one of the guys on the team booked out a lounge for the night."

one leg was crossed over the other, foot dangling up and down impatiently as malia awaited a few of her girlfriends to join her at some downtown bar. when a shadow appeared in the corner of her eye, she perked up   —   just the face she encountered wasn’t the one she expected to see.   “ ah, mister duke salvo, what a pleasure, ”   she mused teasingly as the other sneaked into the seat by her side. and as if on cue, the bartender put a refill of her drink in front of her.   “ so, what do i owe this to ?  ”   she then asked, with a faint nod towards the drink she now brought to her lips.