ARTHUR
“Are you done because… it looks like she’s completely moved on from you, or really because of your son thing?” Mike shouted over the music in his club, pouring me a drink at the same time.
I took a swig of my drink and glared at Mike. “What the f**k are you saying, man?”
He lifted his hands up in surrender and chuckled.
“You’re just pressed as hell.” He pointed at me. “I’m trying to make sure what it is first before starting to console you.”
The club was getting fuller. More people trickled in… more women… but I stared at each and every single person one of them with the same disregard I offered the last.
I scoffed. “I don’t need your stupid consolation. Just came to talk.”
“That tone, man. You’re chasing all my dancers away, fuck.” Mike complained, motioning for two dancer
