Ain't Your Regular Girlfriend

Finally, were some sited around a table not far from another counter filled with different kinds of drinks.

The man dressed in the club's working uniform was pouring drinks in the cups on the table.

The Barman walked up to the counter and I could feel his eyes on me. It was as if he knew me or something, I couldn't see his face clearly cos of the dim red lights that are shining in the room making it colorfully cool.

"Uhm, so what are we playing?". I ask sitting beside Nathan and staring weirdly at the set of cups on the table.

"Drinking game. But it is for real bitches". Betty says harshly though the question was not meant for her. She was sitting on a guy's lap whom I believed must be Chris. Clara's snatched away boyfriend.

"Glad you knew". I snap. Damn, Clara is too good for this dick! I say to myself and forced myself to look away from the dick, his hand were busy in Betty's sleeveless shirt.