“Miss, we are closing in a few minutes.”
I raise my head from the bar table, staring at the bartender, who seems to hold sympathy in his eyes for me.
“What’s the time?”
I question, pushing away from the table, and I notice how quiet and desolate the club is. I don’t even know when I ran out of strength and rested on the table.
“It’s a little past six in the morning. We mostly close by 5:30 but I didn’t want to disturb you because you looked so tired.”
The bartender says, and I nod, standing up from the stool.
“Thank you, how much am I owing you?”
“Don’t worry about paying. It was just water and some juice. Also, if you plan on looking for that Drago guy, I’ll advise you to check out a few other clubs in the city later this evening. He could be a regular there.”
The bartender says,
