Jason glanced at Nathan with a flat expression.
"It means you were about to get dragged somewhere expensive," Nathan replied, already moving toward the staircase.
Jason adjusted his jacket properly and followed behind him. The three women did not attempt to stop him again. Their attention had already shifted toward another group of men who had taken interest in the vacated couch.
The staircase to the second floor curved along the side of the building, guarded only by a broad shouldered staff member who appeared more concerned with keeping drinks upstairs than preventing conflict. The music was just as loud above, though the vantage point offered a clearer view of the main ground below.
