They listed into the lobby like a galleon, waving at the concierge, who recognized Gabriel and
buzzed them into the building. Once they made it to the elevator, the Scotch seemed to hit
Gabriel even harder. He stood with his eyes closed, his head lolling backward, and he groaned
from time to time. Julia took the opportunity to search his pockets for his keys, which she
found quickly and easily once she wrested his prized Burberry trench coat away from him.