Ain't Your Regular Girlfriend

Finally, were some sited around a table not far from another counter filled with different kinds of drinks. The man dressed in the club working clothes were pouring drinks in a cup on the table.

The Barman walked up to the counter and I could feel his eyes on me. It was like he knew me or something, I couldn't see his face clearly cos of the red lights that are shining in the room making it colorfully beautiful.

"Uhm, so what are we playing?". I sit beside Nathan and stare at the set of cups on the table.

"Drinking game. But it is for real bitches". Betty says harshly though the question was not meant for her. She was sitting on a guy's l.a.p of whom I believed must be Chris. Clara's snatched boyfriend.

"Glad you knew". I snap. Damn Clara is too good for this d.i.c.k! I say to myself and forced myself to look away from the d.i.c.k as his hand was busy in Betty's sleeveless shirt.