Chapter 89 Winner's Dance
- Edwin
- I was still riding high on my victory over that little snot, Max, as I settled back at my seat at the bar. Carefully adjusting my mask on my face, I dusted the last remnants of a scuffle in the courtyard off of the sleeves of my jacket and ordered another scotch—to celebrate, of course.
- Charles, finally finding me after my little disappearing act, settled onto the seat next to me.