Chapter Forty

A man sat in the bar of a big club, his hand constantly brought his glass of shaken margarita to his lips. He looked so oblivious to what was happening around him and doesn’t seem to take interest in the dancing bodies around him nor half naked waitress and totally naked stripers that were dancing on the stage with poles. He lifted his glass once more and took a long sip, draining the content of the glass immediately and passing the glass to the waiter in front of him for a refill.

A hand slammed on the table, and he noticed someone standing beside him, “hello James, what’s up?” a blonde haired man asked, he looked slightly tipsy and he had his hand wrapped on the shoulder of a black haired beauty that was dressed in short leather skirt with a tank top and knee level leather boots. She was cooing in his arms and giggling, she too looked tipsy.

James, the bartender smiled to him with a slight bow, “I’m good