Novel & Cerita Frowned Upon In This Establishment

Both me and Nico groan at the same time. "I liked it because it was fun," I admit, grabbing the menu to check out what this place has to offer. Farrow's eyes are burning on the side of my face, "It was a fun night." "I bet it was," he mutters, I kick his shin with my very pointy shoe, "Ouch, shit!" "Stop it, we're repressing issues at the moment," I remind him, Farrow throws his head back in annoyance, "Let it go."

The bar was called Black Velvet & Lace. Nothing about it was soft, nor elegant. It was dark, loud in the quietest way, and unapologetically indecent. The kind of place your husband would condemn in a sermon—then visit on a business trip with someone who wasn’t his wife. The walls were black brick. The mirrors were stained with fingerprints. The booths looked like confessionals for sins you didn’t want forgiven. Eden had passed it a hundred times before. Always in passing. Always in judgment.

They’d set up this place in less than a few days. “Hi, may I help you?” A short woman stood behind the counter, smiling at them politely. Her welcoming face was so different from what April was used to in town. April wondered if her preconceived notion of angry wolves was, in fact, an example of a troubled pack and not the whole species.

She sulked and quickly turned away from me, searching for her next target. “Still playing the devoted husband to the non-existent little lady at home huh.” A handsome young blonde joked as he elbowed me playfully. My eyes glinted over to him, his smile contagious. “There is nothing at this establishment that I would want to take home. Better to be inaccessible than give false hope. Besides, the last thing I want for a Luna is a human.” I grumbled, annoyed that I was even here frankly. I was still fighting that eerie uneasy feeling that had began earlier in the day.

The crowd parted before us like a river dividing around stone, no one daring to remain in our direct path. I forced myself to look at the faces we passed rather than at the floor. Some werewolves watched with undisguised hope in their eyes, as if my unlikely elevation represented possibility for all of them. Others – particularly the older Lycans in their formal council attire – radiated such palpable disapproval that I could almost taste the bitter edges of their scorn.

This was cutting off one's way of making money, very annoying. Everyone said that they were looking for No.1 in the Starry Sky. This name, No.1 in the Starry Sky, was too annoying. How dare he? How could he be so arrogant? In the corner, the owner of the wonton stall looked at the warning in the air and was stunned. It took him a long time to come to his senses.

The place I was going to wouldn't need a professional look but a thuggish one. "Julian, what -" "Didn't come for you" I said, walking past my father. I zoomed off when I got into my car. 'Sh-ts n' hit' the description of the building read. The "o" in the word 'Sh-ts' was falling off and it looked like one string held it. "It can't be that bad" I huffed, locking my car once I got down. The strong smell made its way into my nostrils, making me scrunch up my nose in disgust. The bar wasn't bubbling with much persons like it should.

Suffice to say, it made for a rather dull mood. Charlie frowned and grumbled in a disappointed tone, “Your establishment has very few customers. Why is that?” His question embarrassed Gopher, who was unsure how to reply. Business was getting worse and worse recently, with fewer customers frequenting the establishment. However, he couldn’t possibly reveal this to Charlie. He plastered a cheery grin and said offhandedly, “We came early. Many of our customers like to come a little later.”

"Excuse me?" He leans forward slightly, and throws me a hard glare that makes my heart rack against my chest. "In my years of working here, I've encountered many women like you. Women who attempt to weasel their way into our fine establishment in hopes of capturing the attention of a wealthy man." His lip curls with distaste. "Such behavior is not tolerated here. There's a brothel down the street—I'm sure you'd be more welcome there." I instantly see red. Shock and fury warring all at once inside me. Did this smug bastard just call me a prostitute?!

I chuckled, “I’m sorry but you can’t shame the shameless” “I figured” “It's just there” I pointed to the restaurant hidden between two large ugly buildings. Most people would walk right past it, which was god for me because their food was to die for and I didn’t like a crowd when I was trying to fuel up. Marcus drew to a pause. “You can’t mean there”