I instantly caught the sound of wildly off-key singing coming from the small stage at the far end of the room. The voice was familiar, despite the slurred words and jumbled lyrics.
Quinn entered behind me, immediately covering his ears with an exaggerated grimace. "Good grief, who's murdering a song like this?"
I said nothing, my lips tightening as we moved closer through the crowd.
There on stage stood Olivia, her honey-brown hair slightly mussed, amber eyes bright with intoxication. She swayed unsteadily, clutching the microphone with both hands as she belted out what might have been a popular song, though it was hard to tell through her enthusiastic but chaotic rendition.
Quinn elbowed me with a grin. "Go get your girlfriend down. This is pure noise pollution. Most people get paid t
