Oakley’s body started swaying to the beat of the music as she made her way through the crowded dance floor , the air reeking of sweat and lustful hormones as the air was thick with carbon dioxide, the only fresh air coming in is from the vents that slowly blows Oakley’s hair down her shoulders. She holds tightly onto her purse , stepping on to the pole that’s on the bottom of the bar , helping her lift herself onto the bar stool. “Whiskey , neat.” She tells Omar , the other bartender that works with Liv. Liv looks at her from the end at the bar , rolling her eyes as she continues to help another client , a man - he has dark hair , almost pitch black , combed over to the side and his chaw sharp and high cheekbones. Oakley could not see his eyes from where she sat , but he wore a white butto
