THIRD PERSON'S POV
A trendy new club was opening uptown, and as usual, that was where all the young people flocked to. The club was so jam-packed that there was hardly any space for anyone to breathe, but who actually needed to breathe when you could drink and dance and do it all over again?
It was a sweaty mess on that level, which was in sharp contrast to the air-conditioned section that overlooked the rest of the club. This was the VIP section, and tonight, it was occupied by two old men who drank decades-old whiskey and puffed on original Cuban cigars. Both men sat in silence while the girls that were sent to entertain them refilled their drinks and rubbed their bulging stomachs.
"Vitale, I'm sure you just didn't call me here to look at my face." Rafael, the more handsome of the two
