Meanwhile, Jace was still rubbing his temples in disbelief when his phone buzzed again, and this time, it was Jay calling to say he wanted to join him too.
He glanced across the room at the chaos in front of him. Dominic was sprawled half over the couch, his expensive shirt wrinkled beyond recognition, holding a glass he had no business refilling. Jason was half-asleep on the floor, mumbling something about life, and Zeke—well, Zeke was sitting cross-legged on the carpet, looking surprisingly composed for someone who had definitely had too much to drink, his expression blankly serene like he had accepted his fate.
Jace sighed. This was not what he had planned. "Guys…" he said, his tone carrying the patience of a saint.
"Yes…" Dominic drawled dramatically, rolling his eyes and tipping his head back, his hair falling into his face. He looked every bit the charming, drunk disaster of the modeling world.
