-Laurent De'Vall-
"I would really rather not go back there," I said as we walked back to the strip club. Nila had a bounce in her step when she walked. "Oh, come on. I need to see if anyone saw you and see if that girl is okay."
I grunted in disagreement.
"Hey! Don't do that. Come on." I followed her to the entrance. Now there was a man in all black guarding the door. Nila bounded in front of him. "Well, hello, Damien!" The man had a shaved head and muscles that bulged out of his black shirt. His face that was mean-mugging the streets lit up when he saw Nila, and for some reason, it bothered me...
"Well, look what the cat dragged in! What's up, girl! How have you been?" Damien greeted her with a tight hug. Compared to Nila, he was like an Ogre in size.
"Are you working tonight?" He a
