where: nightclub somewhere who: @troywindsor & nolan fitzpatrick
“I don’t know where you got it in that thick skull of yours that you can drink me under the table, but you’re dead fuckin’ wrong,” Nolan said, the challenge softened only by the clink of his shot glass against the Attorney General’s before he downed it in one. “Kinda like that grand larceny case we were on opposite sides of a few years back,” he added as the burn hit his chest, waving a lazy hand toward Troy. “I still dream about that verdict. The way you bowed your head in defeat.” Truth was, there were plenty of cases Troy held a victory over him in—too many to count—but that sting was still worth rubbing in, especially given their friendly relationship now. He shifted, fingers combing through his hair as he leaned back. “So—Mayor Royce stopped by my office the other week. Wanted me to play middleman between her and my brother, set up a meeting.” He watched Troy for a reaction. “She mention anythin’ to you about it? I know you all are thick as thieves.”
