Bar was fine, because Kavinsky wasn't going to convince Ronan that the dance club was a good idea, a better idea, for any number of reasons. It's where he wanted to be instead, now that he was here. Now he was stuck with the catch up game.

He turned away from Ronan and headed through the lobby toward the hotel bar. Keep up, Lynch. He'll leave you behind, and you were the one that asked for a drink.

"Everybody," he said, but that was a lie. "Me, Prokopenko and you to start. Noah, Parrish and Sargent. Cheng. Your little brother. Dick-Three, just before I peaced. Regular reunion, my man."