"Mister, it's against the rules to peek into private barricades. I suggest you take a different seat," the barman said, gently stopping Lice from looking any further.
"B-But, my friend is in there. He is the one in there!" Lice muttered, unable to believe his eyes.
"I am sorry, sir. The rule still stands, even if he is your friend or even your brother. As long as he doesn't invite you, you can't peek at them," the barman said, his expression turning stern.
"I would suggest we go over there," the barman added, pointing to another part of the clubhouse.
Lice nodded his head and followed the barman. The barman dropped his drink on the table and turned to leave.
"Wait. How can I get some chick to fuck?" Lice asked with a dark expression.
