Yes, Sir

0.7

•- Laine Bennett -•

"Wow, my sister looks like a damn snack where the fuck did you learn to dress yourself in an appealing matter?"

I turn to Thea and flip her off like it was a second nature before finishing up putting on my shoes.

It was just a bar, but I didn't want to show up and look like I climbed out of a dumpster. That's for my good days.

I stand up, the new height almost making me fall flat on my face in the process.

"You wore heels all day this week, how the fuck can you not stand properly?" Thea asks with a dumbfounded look on her face.

"Your bitchy comments will result in a no sex night do you understand me? I am not afraid to tell all those guys you have chlamydia," I say as aggressively as I possibly can.

Thea grabs my hand and pulls me from my room. "How long have you gone without sex, my lovely sister? There are many forms," she sighs before dragging me towards the door.

I wanted to physically rip her off of me, but it was going to be impossible with this one.

She was always there though so I could never complain about it or I'd have no one else to rant to about dumb ass shit.

We say our goodbyes to our grandmother as my phone chimes with a text from Brent saying he was downstairs.

We make our way down the many flights of overly disgusting stairs before reaching the street.

"Damn. Does Wood Enterprise pay a shit tone of money?" Thea gasps as she takes in Brent's choice of vehicle. I'd tell you what it was, but I had no fucking idea about cars. My mode of transportation was strictly the subway and if I had the cash, a taxi.

But this was a hell of a lot better than any taxi I'd ever seen.

I give Brent a quick friendly hug before introducing him to my sister.

We all get into the vehicle, Thea in the back seat, and me int he front because it would be rude to stick a stranger who could potentially kill Brent if he was looking at it from a theoretical perspective.

We were set to meet Mahalia there since she lived just around the block.

The entire ride we were listening to old songs and laughing about the most dumb things we could ever come up with.

If the ride was anything compared to how the rest of my night will go, I just might be the happiest person.

•- Austin Wood -•

A wasn't the bar type. I typically went to clubs where less clothing was worn but despite my dire need to please myself, I felt relatively modest for tonight's entrée. I didn't know exactly what bad I was at, the name was irrelevant to me.

I straighten my suit jacket and enter the building with the strong stench of alcohol probably prepared to ruin my suit.

I look around and take note of the certain types of people here.

All clubs and bars could be summed up into a few cliche cliques based off of high school stereotypes. There were the people who were clearly regulars and probably used a first name basis with all the bartenders, the girls who were out to make themselves prime target for any type of guy they could possibly get, the working class who were out to relieve the stress of their week, and always a friend group who tried to come every week but failed to do so and only met once every few months.

How I came to this knowledge was through simple interaction with bars like these. No matter how much you despised the smell and looks of the people, there was always going to be someone who you could get your hands on for the night.