After Party

As the sun set across the city, Alexander drove the borrowed SUV to the dojo an hour after the tournament had finally ended. It wasn't what he would normally drive, but the five kids would never fit into his Lamborghini Aventador.

Honestly, the whole thing was something he'd never do. He enjoyed using his free time to laze around at home, maybe play a few games he had bought months ago on a whim. 

Yet here he was driving some teens back to a dojo for an after party to celebrate their wins at some local tournament for BJJ. A sport he didn't even understand, let alone have an interest in.

Guess it's probably because of those punks' words… Alexander mused to himself as he drove. It wouldn't look good if the press caught wind of the marriage being arranged. There's already enough rumors to add fuel to the fire.