He waited several minutes before he realized that....Ty wasn't coming back yet, and there was less than no reason to stay in the bathroom for the rest of the night. He paused by the bar and dug out a bottle of whiskey, pouring himself a short glass before he carried it and his phone out to the balcony.

He stared at his contact list for a while before he took a deep drink of whiskey and dialed an old, familiar number. It took three rings before a surprised voice answered on the other end.

"Hey, Mase," he said as he leaned against the railing. "Yeah, I'm still on the East Coast. Look, I know this is weird, but can I talk to you?"