How I met Jade [ NOT COMPLETED ]

1. An unforgettable, forgettable Night

An unforgettable, forgettable Night

Nate's POV

Club 185 was a growing sensation in popularity. Tonight is the big grand opening for my new club. All my hard work is finally going to pay off. As I walk through the crowd of sweaty dancers and alcoholics I spot my father with my best friend Eric Thomas. My father gave me this bright idea to own my own business. And What's a better place to own than a new pop culture nightclub?

Flashing lights and mists of smoke from an on going smoke machine blocked my vision but Eric's loud partying voice helped me spot them again. Eric is standing next to the Dj with a big bottle of Peach Ciroć in one hand and a microphone in the other singing along to Sucker for pain by the twenty one pilots.

I'm amazed that he even has the crowd's attention. It's like he's the performer and this is his concert.

He must've spotted me also because through the mic all I heard was loud shouts of my name being called and the crowd screaming every time I was mentioned.

"Dude your club is a fucking lituation" the bar tender says and I just nod at him with a confused look as to what the fuck 'lituation' means.

I'm young but I can't keep up with all these slangs.

"Yeah thanks man, give me a Whiskey sour on the rocks" I said sliding on a bar stool and turning to the crowd watching everyone have a great time.

"Coming right up boss"

Boss , i feel as if I've completed my ultimate dream. I have my club, my father's support and my crazy ass best friend right by my side.

I gaze around the club with a smile upon my face , bobbing my head to a new hit song that has every female grinding upon they partners.

I should open a strip club next. I thought to myself seeing how much these guys are enjoying the dance.

Two years ago I was living in my parent's basement not knowing what to do next, and now here I am flying on Cloud nine.

Eric's drunk stuttering knocked me out of my gazing as he flopped down on the bar stool next to me yelling how much of an goat I am.

Actually the G.O.A.T

And that I am.

I mean I did pull my family and I out of the struggle and really bad depth. My dad owned his own company making fried chicken and pizza, it's a New Yorker thing. Not to long ago his place was bankrupted. He's an old guy and don't know how to manage money these days , so losing our house wasn't his fault in my opinion.

Losing something so valuable only made me want to work harder to help my parents.

As for my best friend Eric , he's an college dropout. Actually he just told the dean he, and I quote, he can go fuck himself because he is finally rich. Have you ever seen someone win the lottery and think they whole life is about to change ? Yeah that's him.

Give it about 4 more months with business booming like this, and I grantee we will be Muti Millionaires.

"Greatest of all time man , that's what the fuck you are" says Eric in slurs before taking my glass of whiskey and  gulping it all down as one, patting my back walking off to go dance with some randoms.