"Not poker," Adrian said shortly. He hadn't said much during their wait, preferring to mull over his options in his mind.
Ads didn't even look up when Geoff let himself into the club. That was how he knew that something was wrong. Will's message had been vague (purposefully, Geoff assumed), but there was definitely evil afoot. Actual evil, not the mischief they all typically delighted in.
Nodding curtly, he stepped up behind his best mate, clapping a hand on his shoulder. "Will, Vaisey. Ads. What's going on?"
"I'd rather like to know that myself," Alexander said easily. Stepping through the door, he slid his hands in his pockets in a casual manner that belied his cautious stance.