Xavier POV
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The music screams loud, and I hate it
Yet I stand, watching all those peoples on the dance floor.
Shake their sweaty bodies, rhyming to the music, swaying their arms open in the air.
Rubbing off against each other's body like they are having fun, too much of fun.
It disgusts me to be honest
The music especially.
"Here's your drink sir.
Can I get you anything else ?" The manager serves me a glass of scotch.
"Nothing
Just make sure ,no one comes around me or to me.
Especially those bitches who work here" I stress my words.
The manager looks at me ,shook because till date I had no problem with the same bitches who let me f**k them.
But today I'm not going to touch anyone.
Instead, I'm going back home.
See, this is me trying.
I stare at the crowd as I sip
