Tristan and Anastasia, apartment 12224, Tuesday night
Tristan was home early tonight. His father had called another "meeting" and it happened to be one he was dismissed from. After the tenth girl went into his VIP room, he stared feeling a little under the weather and Dave said that he could close up there. Tristan trusted his right hand man to run things, so went home.
He slid his key into the door and walked in, tugging his tie off and shrugging out of his jacket as he slipped his feet from his shoes.