9 - The Detach

Lucas Rossi

"You aren't drinking anything." Luke commented, watching his friend sit quietly in the club. The loud music resonated all around them, the dim lights reflecting upon their faces and lots of bodies gyrating on the floor below them.

They remained seated up at the VIP section, staring down at the full floor, where people were so many it was hard to squeeze through without sharing a bit of sweat in an attempt to get past.

"How would you make me bring you to the club and yet you refuse to drink?" Luke continued to ask a silent Luca.

He did not say a word in return, his grey eyes continued to scan the ground below them.

His form tense and rigid, eyes dull and sunken, it was not hard for his friend to see he was truly in unspoken distress.

"Fine, pour me a glass then." He muttered after a long pause.

Luke smiled in cruel satisfaction. Lifting his glass up to his friend, he replied. "That's better. You aren't thinking about the servant again are you?" With squinted eyes he glare