The Book of Rook

Chapter 5

ROOK

Heading down to the main floor, I lose Cam in the crowd. He usually makes his rounds, making sure the patrons are having a good time and no one is too drunk to cause a scene. Of course, I find my way to the bar and catch up with Charlie, the bartender. It's another full night even if it's a weekday. My phone buzzes as Charlie puts my beer bottle in front of me. It's a text from my sister.

Other half:

We're here. Where are you?

Me:

I'm at the bar. I'll be over in a minute.

I put my phone in my back pocket and grab my bottle as I lean my back against the bar, elbows on the bartop and look over the crowd. Yep, one of my best investments to date. I notice Cami come over to give Charlie an order. I watch as she grabs them and a can of Pepsi. This has to be for my sister. Not many people order a boring soda at a club.

"Don't forget the Tequila Sunrise," Cami says to Charlie.

Hearing that order makes me freeze for a minute. The last time I saw that drink was in Cancun. I'm sure plenty of people order that drink. Shaking my head, I ask Cami who ordered it. Can't hurt to ask.

"The new girl with your crew," she answers as she hefts up the tray.

I can almost feel my heart beat out of my chest. "Does she have short black hair with a silver streak?" Not sure why I even ask that.

"Nope, brown hair in a ponytail but she's cute. Definitely your type," she answers.

I'm disappointed it's not my Sunrise. "How do you know she's my type?"

Cami rolls her eyes. "She's a girl and she's breathing." With that she turns around and goes to the table.

Will I ever shake off the label of man whore? I mean, I've been behaving for so long. Don't I get a little recognition? I look up to see a busty red head walking towards me. Ok, I need a minute to think. I know I slept with her but can't remember her name for the life of me. She slides next to me.

"Hey handsome. I haven't seen you in a while," she purrs as she places her hand on my chest.

Now normally I would have already had her halfway to the back room but for some reason, not tonight. Her name is not coming to mind. I look down at her huge tits busting out of her black dress and notice she's wearing a necklace with her name on it. Thank fuck.

"Ariel, good to see you. I've been busy with the club and stuff," I lie.

She gives me a pout and lets her hand trail down my chest and before she goes trailing down to where I don't want her to go, I step to the side.  Don't need to be molested in front of all these people. "I see my sister waving at me so I've gotta go." I extract myself from her tentacles and go towards the VIP section.

"Call me," she yells as I mingle into the crowd. That ain't fucking happening anytime soon.

Note to self: shower the minute you get home.

Her tacky perfume is lingering on me. Crawling into my pores. Yuck! I suppress a whole-body shake. As I walk through the crowd, I'm stopped my too many different women on my way to the VIP lounge. Will I ever be able to hang out with my friends tonight? I put on the fake smile and make the nauseating small talk and keep walking so they get the hint.

I find Bishop perched on Tristan's lap. Gross. Everyone else is here until I notice a smokin' hot girl in a red dress sitting next to Angel sipping on a Tequila Sunrise. This is the time I wish it wasn't so fucking dark because I really need to get a good look at this girl.