Mr. Little Wife. Arogants
CHAPTER 88 "Night Club"
Frenetic music sounded jolting to the ears. The bright lights of the nightclub are obvious and make a headache for anyone who never comes there. Young people, both men and women look fun to wiggle their bodies on the dance floor enjoying the thump of music played by DJs. While those who are not interested in 'exercising' on the dance floor, just watch the fanfare from their bench, accompanied by their respective ordered drinks which are of course alcoholic.
Flickering lights that dazzle the eyes do not in the least dampen the intention of the humans not to spend their time there. The smell of alcohol was very clear in every corner of the place. The smoke of cigarettes is also a substitute for oxygen in that place.
Accompanying a sea of people dancing freely, holding their bottles of alcohol. It does not matter if occasionally they are encouraged or even jostling with others. Foolish humans trying to escape their troubles in a place like this.
But that's none of his business.
The woman re-justified her slightly slanted hair ties and took her wine and then casually drank it while looking at the sea of humans at a glance.
And in the meantime..
Three handsome men had just set foot on the club floor. They climbed the stairs to the top floor. Behind the elegant brown door there is a bar with a quieter atmosphere.
The lights are brighter with jazz music playing. The red sofas are neatly arranged with a small table in the middle. The long black Stool bar is arranged with high-rise chairs. Various shapes and sizes of alcoholic beverages are neatly plastered behind him.
This room looks wider because it is not too full of human oceans. Different from the room below.
Although almost all the chairs seemed full, but not as wild as the bar room before. Everyone here is like classy people.
These three handsome men sat in front of the Stool Bar. Looks like the bartender who is making a drink, alcoholic of course. The bartender only single-handedly served dozens of customers who were in this room.
"Boss, haven't you been here in a long time?" said the bartender saw the arrival of Nathan and his two friends who must be Bima and Max.
"Give it as usual to me" she asked coldly.
"Good Boss,"
"For both of us as usual, too," said Bima who was later nodding back by the bartender.
"Ready...,"
The bartender took some alcohol like Dark Rum, Brandy, Bourbon Whiskey and Champagne and poured it into Shot Glass as a measure. He mixed it and added ice cubes, lemons and cherries to Brandy's glass.
The Chatham Artillery Punch. One of the cocktails that is recognized as the strongest punch type drink in history. No wonder because the percentage of alcohol is high from various types of liquor mixed in one glass.
Soon the bartender presented it to Nathan. Orange color decorate the transparent glass, the youngest Lu was sipping with pleasure.
Nathan's presence at the club is certainly not without reason. He was just trying to escape from everything that happened. The wound of losing Viona is still so imprinted in his heart. Even though five months had passed, Nathan still could not let go. The tightness that squeezed his chest made it hard to breathe.
It feels like Nathan still can't believe that Viona has left and left him for good. And even more painful, the woman left without saying goodbye.
Nathan closed his eyes. Viona's shadow as it smiled, as it frowned and as it cried again filled her mind. The man grabbed his cocktail glass and gulped down the contents until the toilet was not left.
Nathan placed his empty glass on top of the black Stool Bar in front of him. "Give me one glass of Flaming Lamborghini!" the door with a flat missed voice.
Bima and Max raised their faces, both of them looking at Nathan in disbelief. "Well, are you sure?" ask Max to make sure.
Nathan turned his head, looking at the famous man with his charm with a flat look. "Do I look like I'm kidding?" said cold. Nathan's uninterested glance gave to one of his two best friends.
"Carl, why are you serving that drink to this polar man?" ask Bima. The tone of worry was very clear there.
Carl's soothing smile gave to Bima and Max. Convincing if all will be well and nothing serious will happen to Nathan. Carl's right hand holds a glass containing a mixture of Baileys and Blue Curacao that he made for the Chinese man.
"Calm down, Hyung!! This drink won't kill a big Boss!!" carl said convincingly.
"But--"
"You don't have to overdo it, that kind of drink won't make me drunk let alone kill me!" nathan said.
His cold right iris stared at his two best friends in turn, reassuring them that he would be fine.
Gluc!!!
Bima and Max swallowed his saliva with a little effort. They could only look at Nathan's madness with anxious and worried looks. Now several customers gathered and approached to see Nathan drinking his Flaming Lambirghini.
Slowly and slowly, Carl's white hand poured the liquid in the glass he held into the arranged Shot Glass. The blue flame snatches the liquid inside the glass and burns the entire surface of the Shot Glass.
And Nathan's crazy stunt left some customers stunned, not expecting anyone to be able to drink. And worse yet, Nathan drank the liquid without the straw Carl had prepared. Nathab's madness made Bima and Max shake their heads. The liquid started to enter his throat.
The overwhelming sensation of heat and burning gnawed at his throat. High alcohol levels are so pronounced, if ordinary people may be immediately drunk but Nathan is not. The man still looks fine.
"You're really crazy" Max and Bima choked simultaneously. Nathan grieved and just stared at the two flatly.
"DO YOU WANT MORE?"
Deggs...
Nathan gasped at the familiar voice coming in and blurred in his ears. Then the man stood up from his seat, his right eye widened and his body was glued when his clear brown iris caught something that was able to make time seem to stop spinning that very second.
"Viona," Nathan said softly.
Carl, the bartebder smiled faintly. "What's the Boss? Are you interested in that woman? Her name is Ellena Kim, she is a customer and a happy DJ at this club. And the club has been getting rame since his arrival. If Boss agrees, I'll introduce him to you" Carl said at length.
There was no response from Nathan. Nathan watched the DJ from the tip of the hair off the toe. Although her face and Viona are betelike on the two sides, there are a lot of different between them including the appearance and color of her hair. And it made Nathan think that the woman was not his Viona, and after all it might be Viona, because with his own hands Nathan carried his body from the Han River.
Nathan's chest suddenly shook violently when he saw the smile that was behind the DJ's lips. His smile was familiar and familiar to him. The DJ suddenly turned his head, making his gaze and Nathan meet. The sexy DJ again showed a thin smile on his lips while grumbling mischievously towards him.
Once again Nathan shook his head. "No, she's not Viona" he said.
Without a word Nathan left the club including Bima and Max who are currently being pampered by their two favorite Russian women. And before leaving, Nathan left behind some money sheets to pay for his drink.
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Connect."