“Hey, hey rich boy, look my way!” “Hey, hey rich boy, make my day!” Were what people chanted in the club. It was a nice club, one that only some could really afford.

A man with ginger hair and a fedora was walking by the people who referred to him as ‘rich boy’. He looked exactly the part.

He was drunk and confused, not exactly six-foot-two; with that black faux hawk and eyes of blue.

“H-hey! You! I’ll take you for a spin!” The man pointed at you.

Cadillac, Lexus, and Mercedes, he’s definitely got all the ladies.