|| Friday night meant wasting his money at the strip club. Not on women, but on booze. Ellis only came here for the thought of female company, but he typically became too wasted before he could even ask for a proper lap dance.
Already drunk and high off his ass as he entered the place, he stumbled a bit towards the bar. The owner came to know him, and considering he sold to him, they became pretty close. This ‘friendship’ allowed Ellis to drink as much as he wanted and stay as long as he needed.
Laughing at absolutely nothing, he nodded towards the person next to him before downing the shots that had been placed in front of him. His vision was blurry, but he could of sworn the person next to him was someone familiar; someone he knew.
Calliope had been on the floor all night, her lace underwear stuffed with bills. She sat on a couch, talking to a potential client. Her fingers ran over the bicep of a sweet twenty-something named Daniel when she felt someone sit beside her. It was the wave of scent, cologne and weed that made her look over her shoulder.
“El-Ellis?” She didn’t mean to let his name fall from her mouth, but it did. Daniel had moved away as Calliope moved toward Ellis. Her eyes scanned over his face, he was clearly intoxicated in more than one way.
“What are you doing here?”
