Nate was sitting at a private booth sectioned more to the back of the club, where the music was booming but it was a private place away from prying eyes and nosy paparazzi. Nate got a booth alone, the black couch seats with the wooden round tables and a red curtain, covering the booth, a small gap for the entrance was the perfect form of privacy , especially with the dimmed lights. “Hey stud, what can I get you to drink?” A perky waitress comes in, her skirt so short it’s probably not covering her ass, her breasts pressed up as she is clearly wearing like three bra sizes to small and her top so short, it is just covering her breasts. If it were another night, Nate would’ve been rude, but tonight he is hurt and in need of something just like the girl right in front of him. His lip twirls up
