The vans pulled up to the fancy hotel, its tall glass front shining under the night lights. The group got out, following Yumi up the steps and into a big elevator that zoomed them to the top floor.
She led them down a quiet hall to a wide door, swiping a key card with a beep.
"Here we are! The girls are inside. Have a blast!"
Yumi waved with her high, bubbly voice, then skipped off down the hall.
Nash pushed the door open, and the Blacklist team stepped into the penthouse suite.
The room felt cozy and lived-in, like a large living room where friends would gather after a long day.
Soft light from the city outside the huge windows created patterns on the shiny stone floor. Big comfy couches sat in a loose circle around a low table covered in bottles of sake, wine, and bright mixed drinks. Plates of sushi, fruit sticks, and small bowls of wasabi sat there, half-eaten.
