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Club “Ruby Lake”
Sunday
1:25 am
People were talking in dark corners of the room, siting in leather couches. Pretty girls were dancing naked. There were some sounds of swearing and glass shattering on the floor. There was loud, obnoxious music banging. You almost couldn’t hear anything, even your own thoughts.
Everything was drown in chaos, but those people were just fine with it.
But particularly one man was running through the crowd, trying to not touch or just keep being alive.
The man could barely stand on his own. He stumbled and dodged fists and angry faces of people, who were drunk and almost wasted.
Finally he reached his destination....
- Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Where is it?!
Person quickly pushed the door of a bathroom open and right away rushed into the stall, leaned against the cold tile floor and tried to calm down. Didn’t work....
He fumbled through pockets of his jeans and hoodie, until he finally found his shattered-glass phone. He heatedly unlocked it and typed the phone number he new at his best.
Beeeep
Beeep
Beep
- just answer me, you fuck....
guy whispered under his breath.
Beep
Beep
- Ray? Is that you?
Guy, on the other side of the phone, was probably half-asleep or half-drunk...or maybe both.
- Yeah, Gav. It’s me....it’s me.
Ray tried to sound not so drunk and not so high.
- Where, the bloody hell, are you?
- I’m in the club...
- Ray....
Gavin sighed, which always means, Narvaez did something wrong.
- Can I ask you for a favor?
- You said the last was THE LAST!
- THIS will be the last time, ok- look, it’s not my fault!
- Yeah, tell me about it. I will drive to the club and ya’ will be chuffed again!
Free almost yelled at him. Gav was never this angry. There were a few exemptions but still.
- Please, Vav, just take me out of here. Please...
- ALRIGHT! But if the fuzz will catch you, bodge it!
Ray didn’t even finished saying anything, the call cut.
Brown man, again, sighed, maybe because of relief,but mostly out of nervousness and brain almost freezing...
he couldn’t think properly right now.
All he could think of is 1) vomiting; 2) going home to Gavin. The first one is what he was doing right at this moment...