Chapter 175: The Key

Carter stepped off the jet, exhausted and far too sober for his liking. He kept the black aviators over his red-tinged eyes to hide the shadows beneath them. His white shirt was slightly in disarray and his jeans were bunched up. He adjusted his clothing and gripped the strap of his brown leather carry-on bag as he took his phone from his back pocket to text Cruz. He made his way to baggage claim to meet up with his best friend.

Cruz stood with headphones around his neck and waved with one hand in his pocket. Carter grabbed his luggage and pulled it over to Cruz with a weak smile.

"Hey, dude." Cruz held his fist out to bump it against Carter's. "God that was a pathetic fist bump. C'mon, man! More oomph! We're here to have a shit ton of fun, my man!"