842 Midnight Greetings

Lonely and freezing were the quintessential adjectives to describe my long, quiet drive back home. 

The thrill, the buzz, all the euphoric tingles from the prior nightly escapades were slowly beginning to dry up… and what took their places, exhaustion, dread for a tiring morning shift ahead wasn't as fun to think about.

Know what else wasn't fun to think about? Nick, Hayley, Harry; think about one thing, and it'll lead to another… and since I thought about work, there really was no else for this train of thought to turn to than this utter trainwreck of a dilemma. 

As thing stands, both the brother-sister duo had vehemently made it clear that I really ought to just mind my own business. But if only they knew how much of their business had inadvertently become my business over the span of a few pivotal days…