After somehow escaping from the crazy soon to be mother (Abigail), I was now at my establishment called BAR!
It became heavy night by the time I reached here. Yet you couldn't tell whether it was late or early by how many people were dancing around and having fun here.
Most of them young, but I could see some mid to old geezers roaming around, preying on young people.
Hey, I'm not a good guy that's gonna stop them. They were here to sell drugs and take advantage of the people, in one way, they were actually helping me. But that's another matter.
Right now, I just chugged down the third glass of vodka which somehow concerned the Bartender.
"Boss, is everything alright?"
I look curiously at him, I wasn't drunk yet, right?
"No… why you asking? Do I look like some fool drinking his troubles away or do I look like I'm getting fucked in a way I don't like look?"
