Shameless .

two. waiting

Marcelo Ríos .

Just the same monotonous thing , night after night. People waste their lives here, and thinking they're losing up a little bit or having fun. Everyone knows the concealing truth but refuse to admit it. They're actually wasting their goddamn time , in this place stuffed with so many people, drank and high with pungent perfume and cologne. With caked make up and skimpy clothes waiting for morons with stylish hair -it mattered when they had gorgeous face but it mostly mattered when they had the green , lots of them- to buy them drinks then take them home ,have a nookie, they don't even have to remember each other's names.

Well, what do you know, that's how the world runs now. Parents would be like this generation is a disaster and I'm like , who rose them.

More disaster occurred to me personally, when my eyes fell on other stupid moron in skimpy clothes, short red dress -so short I could easy put my hands down and touch her there- she had make up on , too much make up. Wavy long dark chocolate brown hair - which I'm very sure had extensions - her lips coated with dark red lipstick, with a stick of cigarettes between her lips. Why did that make me feel tight? She was tall and looked a little bit fat like she's used to junk food.

She started dancing, first by swaying her hips slowly , her hands went up , when the DJ switch the music to a fast one. She held her hands in a fist then put it little close to her bosom and started krampling. With that she pulled her long tongue out. Sexy. She bend and was twerking , why couldn't I get my eyes of her ? She wasn't even that pretty.

"Shots to everyone especially the DJ, it's all on me" she shouts . Everyone cheered and looking at her amusingly, probably wishing they could be so carefree like she was.

I chuckled. When she pushed the guy who was about to do more than just grinding her. It was like she knew every lyrics to every song the DJ played.

"Boss, you should see this " Lucas came to me.

Yeah , I own the club. It's hard to believe a twenty five year guy like me to own a club. I know it's stress but believe me there's a lot you don't know about me.

"What is it Lucas? "I asked him. Lucas was much older than I was , He was in his thirties. He had the 'M' type of hair line. I didn't have to look at his face to know his expression because he'd probably be smiling.

"Well, Mr. Hathaway was here last night!" He chirped like the so called person was some god or something.

"Who the fuck is that Mr. Hathaway? " I glanced at lucas before looking back at the girl in the red dress.

Many guys wanted to be with her but she just pushes them off. She dresses like a whore , how does she not expect guys to be flouting around her.

"He owns lots of clubs, restaurant And hotels!"

"So?" The girl in the red dress was actually pulling attention to herself, even mine. She was so good at dancing. Especially the part she whines her hips like a spineless snake.

"So, he wants to talk business with you?!" Lucas said, I sense irritation in his voice probably because I wasn't giving him rapt attention. I glanced at him and looked back at the hyper girl in red dress.

"Not interested. " I said nonchalantly.

"Marcelo, this would help promote the Club! "Lucas probed.

"The club is doing just fine, they love the drinks ,the music, people love it here . If Mr. Hathaway wants to talk business, He should find me personally and talk to me. "I said now looking at him , I saw Cameron coming towards us.