The hostess entered, greeting them with a cheerful, "Good evening, everyone! My name is Lin, and I'll be your waitress for the night. What can I get you on this fine evening?"
As she placed the menu on the coffee table, Sharon waved a hand dismissively. "You order for us, honey. I'll drink whatever you select, and the same goes for the boys," she said, her gaze drifting to the sprawling dance floor below with excitement, anticipating the fun that awaited them.
Benjamin flashed a confident grin at Sharon, his playful tone ringing through the air. "Yup, order away! We can drink anything tonight!"
Sharon rolled her eyes, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Okay then, but you all must drink whatever I order without any regrets, yes?"
Karol raised an eyebrow, her gaze flickering between them. "So, you're committed to that?"
They both nodded, looking overenthusiastic.
"Order away, then," Karol declared a mischievous glint in her eye. She turned to Lin, the waitress who stood a few steps away, phone in hand, ready for the task at hand.
With a smirk dancing across her lips, she picked up the menu and scanned it swiftly. "Okay then, don't blame me if things go haywire," Karol whispered loudly enough for them to hear.
"Lin," Karol said casually, striding towards her. "I'll have a dark and stormy, a French 75, a Boulevardier, a Gimlet, a Mojito, a Manhattan, a Margarita, a Dry Martini, a Daiquiri, Bacardi shots, and Devil's Spring Vodka shots — four of each drink, please. And extra lime and salt, dear."
The words tumbled out so quickly that Lin's eyes widened in disbelief. "I'm so sorry, ma'am, could you repeat that a little slower?" she asked, her voice tinged with nervousness as she looked down, avoiding eye contact.
Karol softened at Lin's flustered expression and gave her a small, reassuring smile. "Sure, no problem! I would like a dark and stormy... a French 75... a Boulevardier... a Gimlet... a Mojito... a Manhattan... a Margarita... a Dry Martini... a Daiquiri... Bacardi shots and Devil's Spring Vodka shots. Four of each drink for the four of us."
She paused between each drink, allowing Lin to frantically input the orders into her phone. "Oh, and Lin," Karol added, "please don't forget the extra lime slices and salt!" Lin dutifully nodded, still processing the extensive order.
As she turned to leave, Lin glanced back cautiously. "Anything else, ma'am?"
Karol's eyebrow arched mischievously. "Do you have any hostesses available here at this club?"
"Yes, ma'am, we do have some hostesses available right now."
"Great! No need for the menu again, but could you get a couple of hostesses up here for the boys?"
"Okay, ma'am. Your drinks and hostesses will be here in a minute. Enjoy your night," Lin said, finally walking out of the room.
Taking charge like the adult she was, Karol turned and walked over to her handbag, hidden beside Sharon's on the couch. She retrieved her black card and handed it to Benjamin with a confident smile. "Okay, the order's in. You'll be paying with this card when the drinks arrive. Now enjoy your night, boys!"
She joined her sister, who was gazing down at the dance floor. "Babe, do you want to go down there and dance?"
"Hell yes, let's go!" Sharon replied, her excitement evident.
As they moved towards the door, Karol halted and turned back. "Oh, you two stay here and enjoy yourselves, but keep an eye on our handbags, okay?" She pointed at their bags before following Sharon out to the pulse of the music.
Meanwhile, at the Italian restaurant owned by Christian, both Mafia Don and Alpha King finally relished a rare moment of peace. They savoured their late dinner, grateful for a brief respite from the chaos of their lives.
"Thanks, man. Seriously, thanks for having my back," Jason said sincerely.
Christian smiled, the bond between them unwavering. "No worries, brother. Although we're not blood, we're sworn brothers. I've got your back, just as you've got mine."
Jason raised his wine glass, taking a sip and grimacing slightly. "I need a strong drink after everything we've been through — all the killings and attacks."
"Me too. We both need a break," Christian agreed. "Thank the goddess that all the enemies are eliminated."
"Oh, and please tell the others I said thanks for their help when I needed them most," Jason added, a sense of gratitude in his tone.
Christian nodded solemnly, mind-linking his men to deliver the message. "They say it's no big deal. We're brothers, after all."
"Speaking of strong drinks," Christian continued, a spark of enthusiasm in his eyes, "why don't we visit my club? It's the safest place for us to drink and celebrate your victory after all that madness with your relatives."
Jason smirked, lifting his glass in agreement. "Let's go celebrate and get my arse drunk as hell."
With that determined outlook, the two men headed towards the club, unaware of the surprises that awaited them.
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FantasiaA regular bedtime story that was being told as a small kid turns into recurrent dreams as an adult then dismisses them as childhood imaginings. But as she passes her 21st birthday suddenly her dreams of wolves become more vivid, more realistic, a dr...
