The VIP section was filled with classy old men who had money to waste.
They probably had wives waiting for them at home, but they were frolicking with women, young enough to be their daughters. I watched young girls dance and grind against strange men.
Owen wanted to keep the conversation going by whispering into my ears. The music in the lounge was loud enough to drown any potential conversation between us. I smiled to make him feel like I could hear what he was saying.
He poured from the bottle of Ace of Spades on the table into an empty cup. He handed it to me.
I smiled and politely refused.
“You don’t want a drink, huh?” I heard him say.
I shook my head and smiled. He took a sip from the cup.
One rule of mine was not drinking while I was out. Strange things or rather crazy things happened to people who drank to oblivion. I never wanted to black out as a result of drinking, and end up getting raped or kidnapped.
