Greedy

Chapter 2

Mike ran his fingers through his hair one last time, making sure his hair stuck up in the right places. He examined himself and decided he looked okay.

He stepped out of the bathroom, into his conjoined bedroom. He stood in front of the long mirror next to his small dresser, looking at his clothes. Mike hardly wore anything like this anymore, due to his job's dress code. He was used to slacks and a button up shirt and tie instead of black jeans with a some-what baggy, grey Adidas shirt. Having already showered and taming his hair, Mike thought he looked acceptable.

Sighing, he pulled his phone from his pocket, unlocking it and opening his messaging app. He texted Brad, asking where and when to meet him.

'Just at the club across from the outlet mall. We'll be there at around 8.'

He replied, his fingers tapping swiftly on the screen. Pocketing his phone, Mike checked the clock again. He had an half and hour. Mike decided to leave now, since traffic would prevent him getting on time if he chose to leave later. Grabbing his keys, he opened the door and locked it after him.

Taking the stairs, he walked down to the small lobby, nodding in acknowledgement towards the door man who waved. Mike pushed through the glass doors and rounded the building to the parking lot.

Opening the door to his black car, Mike sighed and say inside. Pulling out of the parking, he turned the radio on.

He arrived at the club about twenty minutes later. People were already bustling into the doors, smiling and laughing with their group of friends. Mike waited by his car, looking around for Brad while he grabbed his phone from his pocket.

Swiping the screen open, he quickly dialed Brad's number. "Mike!" There was A lot of background noise on Brad's end, but Mike ignored it, eyes still searching for his best friend.

"Where are you?"

"I'm already inside! Just wait a bit, I'll be out in the parking lot."

"Okay, see you." Mike pulled the phone away from his ear and tapped the screen, ending the call. He leaned against the car, letting out a nervous breath of air, his cheeks puffing out as he did. Staring absent mindedly at the crowd of people entering the building, Mike caught a glimpse of bright hair.

The person moved slowly through the crowd of people, stopping every so often and then walking. All Mike saw was a head of short, blonde hair contrasting against everyone else's. Then he was gone. Mike shook his head, focusing on finding Brad again. When he saw his curly-haired friend, he immediately reached into his pocket for his car keys and locked the vehicle.

Brad made his way towards Mike, smiling as he did. "Hey Mike! Glad you made up your mind."

Mike nodded, cracking a small smile. "Well I need to hang out with my friends."

Brad laughed and clapped Mike on the shoulder, the two men walking towards the building.

Once inside, Mike's ears were immediately assulted with loud dance music, much to his distaste. He didn't dislike the genre, but he didn't particularly like it either. People were crowd together. Groups of friends dancing together, couples dancing and flirting, just anything you'd find at a club.

"Dave's around here somewhere," Brad shouted over the music. His head twisted in different directions, searching for their friend. Brad's head stopped and followed his gaze, grabbing Mike's arm and pulling him along through the thick crowds of people.

"Dave!"

Dave looked up from his phone, smiling as he did so. "Mike! Your sensible ass finally got around to hanging with us?"