"Aftermath of Deceit"

As I sat there, surrounded by my friends, I slowly began to calm down, the whiskey still coursing through my veins. Nairobi excused herself to get back to work, leaving Tokyo, Berlin, and me to nurse my wounded heart. I watched as she walked away, her eyes scanning the area before she disappeared into the shadows. Tokyo and Berlin stayed with me, their faces etched with concern. "Hey, are you okay?" Tokyo asked, handing me a glass of water. I nodded, still feeling the sting of Denver's words. "Yeah, I just...I need a minute." Berlin sat down beside me, putting a gentle hand on my back. "We're here for you, no matter what." I took a sip of the water, feeling a little more coherent. Tokyo sat down on the other side of me, and we sat there in silence for a moment, the only sound the hum of the mint's machinery. The room began to spin, and I felt a wave of nausea wash over me. I looked up at Tokyo and Berlin, my vision blurry. "I'm...I'm sorry," I stammered, before my stomach churned and I vomited onto the floor. Tokyo quickly grabbed some paper towels and began to clean up the mess, while Berlin helped me stand up. I stumbled, and they caught me, holding me upright as I vomited again. "Easy, we've got you," Berlin said, his voice calm and soothing. I looked up at them, my eyes welling up with tears. "I'm...I'm so sorry," I slurred, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over me. Tokyo handed me a trash can, and I vomited again, the liquor and my emotions combining in a toxic mix. She held my hair back, while Berlin supported me from the other side. As I stood there, feeling helpless and weak, Berlin pulled out a small bottle of water from his pocket and handed it to me. I took a sip, feeling a little better. But my relief was short-lived. Another wave of nausea hit me, and I vomited again, this time into the trash can. Tokyo and Berlin stayed with me, holding me upright and talking softly to calm me down. Somehow, we made it back to the couch, where I collapsed, feeling miserable and alone. Tokyo and Berlin sat down beside me, holding me and talking softly to calm me down. As I sat there, I couldn't help but think about Denver, and how he had just broken my heart. I felt a pang of sadness and regret, and the tears began to flow once more. But for now, I just let Tokyo and Berlin hold me, and I let the darkness wash over me. The heist, Denver, my heart – it all seemed like too much to bear.