My eyes wander around the place once again as I take a sip of my whiskey. Everyone seems to be having a good time, high, drunk, each one of them busy with their own business. My gaze returns again to the girl who is dancing on my lap. She's wearing very little clothing, and it still seems like too much to me. She's probably high on drugs, but who am I to deny her anything?

My gaze scans the place again but this time it stops when I spot a little black dress heading towards the bar. Who are you and what do you do in my club?. I usually know almost everyone who sets foot on this place and you don't sound familiar at all, and believe me, it would be quite difficult to forget your face.

I set the glass of whiskey on the table and push the girl off my lap, earning a small grunt from her. I get up from the black leather couch and walk towards you, now leaning on the bar.

"Do I know you, sweetheart?" I asked, approaching your ear from behind so you could hear me over the music.