50. I've Got to Protect Her
Dax
I arrive at the club and don't waste any time, heading straight to our usual private room. My friend Emm is already there, with a glass of his favorite drink, although today it's clear something is up with him, as there are no women accompanying him, which is the most bizarre thing I've ever seen. I pretend to look around the place, though I'm being a bit over-the-top.
"Mind telling me what you're doing?" I finish my fake search and sit down in front of him. I take a glass and pour myself a generous amount from the bourbon bottle.
"I was looking for the women. Every time we've come here, you're never alone. What time do they usually show up?" My friend smiles cynically and shakes his head.
"There are no women. Satisfied?" I settle into my seat and begin
