He takes a long swig of his whiskey. The loud and obnoxious music fades into the backround of his mind as he closes his eyes, allowing the bitter alcohol to take over.

His eyes open, half lidded as a name goes over the speaker, announcing a new dancer by the name of "Bunny," his favorite in that god forsaken night club.

He watched as you moved on stage, moving your hips and interacting with the crowd. Although all he wanted to do was take you home with him, he kept his distance.