Sunday nights were the worst for people in clubs, Yan had lived through it, been in these kind of clubs enough times to know Sundays were the worst. And he was right once again. He spend some free hours filling in for one of his palls from back when he wasnât working for Olivia. It was a quiet night, but there was always one or two strays staying until after the bar closed, ordering an other drink. Yan sat down next to the first stray, and gently moved the drink away. âI think youâve had enough.â He concluded.Â
Cece was going on another one of her binges. Her old friends from the area were down for drinks, but the either didnât remember what she was like or she was worse. They all bailed within the first few hours, and only Cece remained. She leaned her head on her hand while she sat at the bar, sad that the strangers she had been dancing with had left as well. Shocked, she gasped as the man grabbed the drink. âExcuse me, but I think you better give that back.â
