Music blasting into your ears, the smell of cocktails and other drinks filling your nostrils, including the smell of Sevika’s cigarette.

You sat on her lap, watching her play cards with some dudes, sipping on your drinks every now and then while comfortably leaning against her.

You focus on the game, watching them shuffle cards and place them on the table, but no matter what tactics those dudes used, Sevika always beat them.

A little tap on your thigh made you snap out of the sort of trance like state you were in and your gaze shot to the side, to look at Sevika.

"Could you get a refill on my drink, baby?" She asked, leaning in close so you could hear her trough the loud music.