Club Gold

The Switch Up

Just like before, I went up to the bar while the guys watched over. A man younger than the last came up to me. He was still a lot older than me, though. Looked around mid 40's, had a Rolex on his wrist and a wedding ring around his finger. Yet again, the whole "can I buy you a drink?" charade began.

The bartender put down our drinks.

"So I was thinking," The man spoke, "That after this we could maybe go back to my place?"

"Gosh, won't your wife mind?" I asked.

"Oh, that's not a wedding ring, I just like wearing it," He shook his head, before pointing at the floor, "I think you dropped something, love."

I looked at the floor, and while there was a lipstick there, it wasn't mine. I looked back at just the right time to see him slip something into my drink. He didn't know I knew.

"It's not mine," I said, "Someone must've dropped it earlier."

The guys had seen what had happened. We had plans for this sort of thing. Jaxon walked over as though he were going to the bar, but 'accidentally' walked into the man's shoulder.

"Blyat!" He cursed under his breath.

"Hey man, what the hell?" The man squared up to him, turning his back to me so I could swap the drinks.

"Accident, apologies," He muttered in a thick, Russian accent, before backing off, away back to Beck.

"What a fucking idiot," The man spat, taking a big drink out of what used to be my glass.

I kept talking to him until he was visibly fading.

"How about we get out of here?" I asked with a wink.

He nodded, struggling to get up, too drugged to talk. I lead him outside, and around the back of the club to the bins. Beck and Jaxon followed, and beat the shit out of the guy. His eyes were swollen and purple, his lip burst and his nose was gushing with blood. As well as his wallet, we took anything we could get money for, the watch, his "not wedding" ring, his phone, even his shoes. We left him unconscious by the bins.

"I think we should call it a night," Beck said as we made our way back to the car.

"We've made plenty, anyway," Jaxon agreed, "Over a thousand from that first guy, I'm thinking we can get at least 10 thousand for the Rolex, a few hundred for the ring, and then whatever's in the wallet."

"Oh, so we're going shopping shopping," A smile stretched across my face.

"Fucking hell, Dani," Jaxon laughed, "Even I'm excited now."