The Perfect Match
Drunken

Carl tidied all the clothes in his suitcase into an apartment closet that he had not used for a long time.

The day showed the afternoon. He wears a shirt that is so covered, a sweater complete with skulls that he wears, also a mask. Today he needs a drink to relieve his anger, he is not looking to meet the fans who recognize him and ask for a photo, he does not want it until it happens. After making sure his face was safe, Carl smiled slightly, the current action would definitely make his grandmother and mother talk to Richard, they would stop the wedding of Valerie and Ken.

Carl walked out, unsecured and the driver. He runs the car at such a fast pace, his goal now is an exclusive nightclub that is so luxurious, where only certain people can enter, more guaranteeing his privacy is safe.

"I want what really calms me down today" Carl told a bartender, as Carl opened his mask as he was slightly surprised. Because since this morning all the media was filled by the news of Ken and Valerie's wedding preparations.

Carl receives a small glass of liquor that the bartender offers, in an instant Carl confirms it and gives it back to the bartender. "Give me more." The man nodded and gave two glasses together.

"Ah, I want another drink." The hot looking Carl pushes two small glasses to ask to be refilled.

"Are you desperate?" ask the bartender while thrusting a glass filled with blue liquid.

"Yes! Everything looks disappointing." Carl drank the liquid slowly, it felt heavier than the beginning, the feeling of hooks and heat radiating down the throat but creating a little calm.

The bartender was increasingly convinced by the news, the woman he loved was married to his brother. "What's the woman's problem?"

Carl drinks a little of his drink, now Carl's eyes are slightly sharpened on the bartender, he is too curious and began to make it uncomfortable. Feeling Carl's different gaze, the bartender smiled amiably. "Sorry sir, it's just that if for a woman's problem I have the solution."

"What's that?" ask Carl quickly. The drinks were not as attractive at the beginning. What solution can he get.

"Show me where the room is." Instead of answering, the bartender waved his hand at someone. Until a well-built man and a neat suit approached them, Carl could even see there was something behind his ear.

"This master, Bils." as if he had understood, the big-bodied man lowered his head slowly on Carl.

"Let me take you." Carl nodded his head. Put on his mask and follow the direction of the big man.

"I just found out you guys provide like this." said Carl.

"We don't carelessly offer you, sir, there's a lot of privacy, you can take off the mask and whatever makes you uncomfortable."

Carl arrived on the third floor, the atmosphere was so quiet, very different from the first and second floors were so noisy. They reached the end of the hall, a large door as if welcoming them. What confused Carl the most was that, after entering the door there was only an empty room, but the man pressed something and made the door open as small as the entrance.

"That's amazing." Carl commented. He went inside, it turned out that the lights only highlighted the direction of the stage in the middle, making Carl could not see the face of anyone who sat like him. There were only about six large seats surrounding the small stage with each button next to their seats. But from the shadow he saw, all the men who occupied the seats wore suits, looking like a CEO or an influential person.