~Daryian~
Lucille picked up my call on the fourth ring.
"Hey."
"Dary, is that you?"
I was caught off guard. She'd never called me Dary before.
"Lucille?"
"Yeah, baby. It's me!"
"Lucille, are you drunk?"
"Pfft. Drunk my ass. I'm fine."
"Where are you?"
I grabbed my jacket and left to pick her up from wherever she was. I gestured mom about my departure on my way out and she nodded.
I got on my bike and headed to the location my phone had traced from hers.
The club was situated a bit far away from her mansion and seemed quite packed.
The stench of alchohol and sweaty bodies almost made me throw up but I held it in for the sake of finding my girlfriend.
Lucille was slouched over the bar, hair sprawled all over and the tender looked rather troubled seeing her state.
I rushed
