I pinched the bridge of my nose as the club music got louder. God, this place pissed me off. I only came here for the drinks, and sometimes the hookers. There were times when the stress was too much and I had to let it out somehow.

I sighed and signaled the bartender to close my tab. I paid for my drinks, a hefty price, and got up from my seat.

As I exited the club, I was greeted with the sight of a man kissing on his girl. He rolled my eyes and started to walk past them. As I did, I heard her beg him to stop and that she wanted to go home.

I looked back at her and noticed she was wasted and uncomfortable. My fists clenched. She most definitely was not his girl.

“Hey. You wanna let her go?” I asked him, glaring at his hands.