Greg's POV
SITTING at the club and watching, strippers were dancing on the strippers pole.
The colorful multipurpose bulbs were circulating all over the club, as some ear piercing music from the tannoy was playing seldomly on the background.
“Why did you try escaping???”, I thought as I gallop directly from a bottle of whiskey.
“More bottles of whiskey please!!”, I squealed at the bartender.
“Why are you doing this Greg? I won't let you have more bottles”, Lionel mumbled taking the bottle from me.
“Why won't you let me?”, I asked furrowing my brows.
“C'mon Greg, this is already the sixth bottle you are gonna empty within few seconds. You reek of alcohol already”, he murmured.
“Mind your business!”, I smacked, still meshing and gagging some alcohol.
“Why are you doing this? Is it b
