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Shawn's Bar

Hot. It's hot. I stand up, moving towards the bar to cool off. The bartender walks over and asks what I want, I hold up three fingers meaning, tequila shots.

"Yes Mr. Mendes," Jules says before doing his job. I turn in my seat, my silk shirts warm cloth cooling off from the marble counter as I lean back. It's barely dim enough to see the bodies moving through the hot room. I turn back around when I hear Jules clear her throat.

"Thank you Juliana," I take the shot, smiling at her before the hard liquor crawls down my throat, the alcohols fumes going through my nose roughly. I shake my head and stand up, going to look for y/n. She's usually here.

Walking around aimlessly, I look for the brown haired girl. When I find the lounge I step in, looking for her.

"Sir," the guard greets me, I nod towards him before looking in each booth. Finally I find her in a black lacey dress. My eyes go wide as she looks up.

"Oh hey Shawn," she smiles, I notice the arm hooked around her waist.

She's with someone?

"Who's this?" The scrawny boy next to her hisses rudely, I cringe at him.

What's this little man doing with her.

"I'm the owner of this club," I smile devilishly at him.

"Here, come sit," y/n's other friend says. She dresses in a hideous pink dress.

"That is one hell of a dress," I tell her, sending y/n a look, she hides her smile by taking a sip.

"Thank you, I told you Josh," she glares at the scrawny boy.

"So, y/n how do you know Shawn here," Josh growls lowly, I watch him with narrow eyes. She sets her drink down and looks up at me.

"I used to come here before it was even Shawn's, I think I was like, what 17 or 18?" She asks me and I nod.

"Yeah, and i was just turning 18," I put my arms across the booths top, tilting my head, telling her to continue the story as she stares at me.

"Oh um, we went here like everyday to get wings for a few years, like 3, right?" She looks at me for conformation, I nod, "yeah so finally, when Shawn turned 19, the boss of the place said he wanted to hire Shawn for a bartender job,"she continues, looking from the girl who ive noticed is lying on my shoulder.

"After I turned 21 the boss made me manager of the whole bar. Blah blah blah, he ended up getting old and decided, hey, let's give Shawn the rights to the whole bar,"

"That's not exactly what happened, but, that's pretty much it," she looks at Josh, I notice she's closer to him and one of his hands are on her thighs.

"Wow, you guys have known each other since you were 17?" The girl asks me, I look down at her.

"Yeah," she looks mesmerized with me.

Lady, I don't even know your name.

"Well, you guys certainly have history," Josh says sarcastically, y/n doesn't catch on. Our eyes cross, he looks angry with me, how sad. I sigh as y/n and Josh start whispering to each other.

"You look a little stressed," the girl says next to me, her hands trailing up my tight sleeves. I look down at her.

"A little? That's all?" A hint of annoyance in my voice.

"Maybe I can fix that for you," she whispers, I ignore her and watch as Josh's hand caresses her back, she doesn't notice that he's leaning into her. I quickly step out of the booth, making the chick I was next to top over slightly.