18. Too many drinks

18. Too many drinks

<< . Riley . >>

As we walk through the doors of the club, a loud thump of music and energy of crowd welcomes us. The interior of the club is dark, with flashing blue lights. Dance floor is packed with people moving to the beat.

Oh yes. Totally worth it.

“Mr. Josef would like to have a word with you. If you would please follow me,” the bouncer says, and I realize he hasn’t left us alone. Not yet.

I look at him perplexed and then at the girls, only to figure out Ira and Liam have vanished in the sea of crowds. Natalie is a few steps away, trying to find a sweet spot for us to take.

“But why?” I ask and he sighs.

“I have other things to take care of,” He mutters, but I hear him over the music, anyway. “I don’t know why. He knows you, Right? Please make it quick.”

He tries to stay impassive, but I can tell he is annoyed. It must be hard for people like him to deal with stupidity of party-goers all night long.

But do I care?

Not much.

“Please tell him I am not intereste