"So, how old are you, exactly, darling?" A man asks a stripper currently entertaining him. "I'm 35."
"Perfect."
Alex poured sipping whiskey into the shotglass when a sudden noise caught his attention. A man had done a victory champagne shower on a stripper, all eyes in the club on him and the stripper.
Alex put down the bottle and sliding it forward a few inches, making eye contact with the man in front of him. He hid his disgust. Like every other bartender, Alex hated people. He looked to his right and the man who had done a champagne shower was receiving a lap dance. He rolled his eyes, the door opening alerting Alex someone had came inside.
It was a girl, brunette with soft f ko(o kk( k ( ( k ( k k ( kñ kô k k k ( ( kn ( ( (o(ok k ( ( (o k kk k (k k (ko( k k k k k o( k ( ( k ( ( ( ( ( ( (nk ( kk k k ( k o k k k kk k k k k ( ( k k k ( nk k k kk (k( k k(ok k ko( k k k k kk( k kk( ( ko( ( ( ( k kok( kk( ô( ( ( ( ( (o( ( ( (?( (O( k k k k ( k k k ( ( ( k k ( ko k ( (( ( k k ( ( ? K ( k kk k ( ( ko ( k ( k ko(nk ( k kñ kk k ( k(nk k ( k k ( ( k ( ( k k(( ( ( k ( ( k kk( k( ( ( ( ( ( ( ( ( ( ( n( (o ( ( ( o ( kk kkk k ko( ( k ( o kk k ( k k( ( ( ( ( o kkko( ( ( k k k k ( ( k (k ( (o k k (? ( ( ( K ( (( kok k( kok ( k kok ( k ( ( ( k o k ( ( ( ( k k (o ( ( k o k ok k kñ k ( ( ( (okk o(( ( k kk k k k ( ko(ok ( k k ( ( ( ( ( ( k ( ( k ( ( ( ( (nk o ( (kñ(? K k kok ( ? K ( ( ( o k ( (o k ( ( k ( ( k ( k( k (ok k( ( ( ( k ( ( (o( k k ( ( k ( ( k k k kk k ( k k k kk k ok ( ( ( mk ( k kk k ( k o ( ( ( ( ( (o( k k kñ ( k (ok ( ko(k k( ( k ( kñ k k k ( ( k (o k k k k n( k ( k ( kñ( kk( nk ( ( ( k (ok ( ( ( k ( kk( ( (o ( ( ( (nk? ( ( ( K ( k kk( ( ( (k ( ( ( (( ( ( ( ( k k ( ( o ( k (on ( k ( ( ( ( ( ( n(( k ( k k ( (( ( ( ( ( kñ k ( ( ( ( k (( ( ( ( k o( n( kk( ( ( ( kk( kk(o ( ( k ( k ( k( (o kk( kk kk k( ko( kk k ( ( k ( k (( kñ k ( (( k ( k(o(o ( ( ( ( ( k ( (( k ( ( ( ( ( k ( ( ( (knk ok (o k o( ((n(ôon( ( ( kk k( ( k k ( ( ( ( ( ( ( o( ( k ( k kk( k( ko( ( k k ( ( kk( ( ( ( k ko k ( kokk k ( n( k ( ( nkn(k ( ( ( k ( ( o k k (n(( ( ( ( ( (ok ( ( k(n mm( k ( n(o( ( ( k (ôk( ( k kk( ( ( ( ( ok o ( oo ( ( (( k ( ko( (( ( ( ( ( ( (( ( ( k k ( ( ( ( kk(n( ( k( ( ( k k ( ( k (no( k k k ( ( (nkn(k n(o kk(ooomo oeatures. "Is there someone by the name of Andrei here?" She asked Alex, with an angry tone. Alex's interest was piqued. "Over here. Who are you?" Alex looked at the man getting a lap dance from a stripper as he put money in her lingerie. He turned to look at her until he saw, her.
The brunette stomped to the man and grabbed the back of his chair, pulling it. He fell to the floor with a grunt, snapping his head at the girl, "What the hel-- Justine! What are you doing? How did you find me?" He panicked. She pulled up her snapchat map, "You forgot to turn it off. Atleast we both didnt have intentions of lasting a long time, did we?"
"What?-" Andrei looked at the white and gold briefcase she held in her right hand, her phone opened on the left.
"What the fuck is that?" He asked about the briefcase, confused and scared.
Alex was alerted once again, he pushed the button underneath the kkkkomlm that was placed incase of emergencies. The door bursts open with a dozen men wearing spongebob shirts, saying "FUCK VIRGINS" in blue text. Alex realized that the getup wasn't the only thing that was standing out. The man in the front had an AK-47. Alex got below the counter and peaked his head near the edge of the counter to see what was going on. The men got behind the brunette and aimed the gun at the supposed Andrei.
Andrei tried to get behind the stripper who was frozen, shocked. "Hiding now aren't we? You know damn well I can see you, why bother trying"
The man in the front raised the AK-47.
