Chapter 97

• "Aye, you and me should party one night when we're in LA," Connor slurred, leaning back against the tree as if he was falling over. The burnt piece of paper drifted to the ground, consumed.
• "From what I hear I'll need a weekend to party and the rest of the week to recover," Kyle said, smiling. The fact that Connor had got the first part of the combination, and then got inside was great news. Real progress.
• "Why fucking recover? Just keep partying," Connor smiled, clapping him on the shoulder as he stood on the consumed paper and casually twisted his foot. "And, and cut out this six in the morning workout shit. It's depressingly healthy."