Shutter

Chapter 18 - Drunk

People were busy talking left and right. Drinks and shots were passed around as the lively mood inside the bar was only getting livelier the deeper the night went. Though, unlike the usual wild and ravaging party that usually exists in most bars, this one was a lot more sophisticated place where the rich went.

A man with a cap sat in one of the high stools near the counter wherein the bartender immediately made his way to tend to the customer's needs.

"I'll have a negroni," he spoke and the latter immediately went to create his drink. While waiting, the man in the cap looked at his side and noticed someone slumped on the counter with a beer in his hand.

"You know that?" He asked the bartender in which the young man shook his head.

"He has been drinking since two hours ago and I had to keep all the people away from taking advantage of him. The guy's spiked," he shook his head and handed the man his drink.

"Really?"

"Yeah, you may not see his face right now but when he was still sober, he was one heck of a pretty boy, I'm telling you. All the customers who went here in the counter couldn't take their eyes off of him."

"Hmm..."

"Maybe you could do the favor of answering his phone for me? It's against our rules to touch the customer's belongings but his phone has been ringing since earlier. It's kind of distracting aside from the people flocking around him," the bartender pleaded with a shake of his head and the man chuckled. He chugged his drink in one go before approaching the drunk guy and looking at the buzzing phone in his hand.

Both of his eyebrows raised when he saw the caller's identification flashed on the screen.

Sighing, he took his own phone out and dialed another number. The caller's identification on the guy's phone disappeared when the person he called on the phone responded.

"Have you found him?!" the frantic voice of another man was heard on the other line. He lowered his cap to avoid anyone from seeing his face before responding.

"Yes, boss. The young master's waste here in Central Club."

"Where the fuck is that?!" the angry response made the man shudder for a second. No one likes it when the successor is mad.

"It's a few blocks down where you two ate earlier. It seems like some people dragged him here and left him alone when he got drunk," he explained in the easiest and best way he could. He could hear the annoyed yet relieved sigh from the other end before his boss spoke again.

"Send me your location. I'll be there in a minute."

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Soren walked inside the bar wearing his own cap to prevent people from recognizing him. There were plenty of people dancing to the music on the dancefloor but he easily maneuvered through them as if he was one with the wind.

He searched for a few more seconds inside the bar until he finally found the counter where one of his men was sitting. He saw two girls talking to the guy while pointing to another who was resting his head on the counter.

"He's not your friend, is he? We saw him with another group earlier and they left him already!" He heard one of the girls say and his crew member was about to respond when he spotted Soren marching towards them. He sighed before shaking his head.

"You can't respond because we're right!" The second girl commented.

"We should just take him because we know where he lives-"

"And where do you think he lives?" A voice spoke behind them which caused the two women to flinch and shriek. The drinks in their hand almost spilled due to the surprise.