@addie-mackenzie
Chester was late. He had spilled coffee on himself in the cab and his hair was a mess but, more importantly, he was utterly late.He remembered the sad look on his co-worker’s face when they had set up a date for him and couldn’t help but agree to a night out. What better way to meet a fucking serial killer, he thought to himself as he tried desperately to wipe the stain off of his shirt. “You sure this is the right place? You should be good here, I suppose,” the driver asked before raising an eyebrow.
As he pulled up to the curb of the road, Chester threw a few bills towards the front seat and quickly slipped out the back. After shifting through the faces walking past, he spotted his date by the restaurant and offered a half-assed smile. “Listen, I know I’m late but the traffic was terrible,” he apologized, barely making eye contact. “Uh...so, you—I’m Chester.” At least he had the rest of the night to make up for, he thought. Walking past a burly, bearded man standing outside of the entrance, he could hear the music pounding from the speakers. “My neighbour said this is the place to go for a goo—” Chester stopped short just as he had opened the door. The interior was pitch dark and girls were dancing among stages and poles with the neon lights making it painfully obvious: it was a strip club.