Conrad's POV
The nightclub is unusually lively tonight. Assorted blinding lights dance around the dark room and the loud music shows no sign of stopping anytime soon.
"A glass of whiskey please. No, make it two." I ordered with a straight face the moment I sat down on the bar stool.
If it's any other day, I would have already hunted for women being wild all around the dance floor. But now I can't stop the constant fidgeting of my legs as this unexplainable anxiety wash over me like an artificial drug.
"Here you go, sir."
I drank the two glasses in one big gulp. "Give me three more." Where the hell is Luis? He knows I'm not a patient man.
"Sup." After a while, he finally made himself known as he sat beside me and immediately charmed one woman dancing on the floor with just one wink.
