I eyed the group on the raised platform. I could not admit defeat without trying. This deal would get me in trouble. It would more than likely get me enemies. Still, I could not pass it up. I signed a contract, one with the devil and his demon minions. Only the fittest of the fittest survived in their world. I had to be as strong and cunning as they were.
"Okay," I asserted.
Amelia collected our drinks from the bartender. I gulped down some of the liquor. At this moment, it was well needed.
"Good luck," she smirked.
I pretended not to hear and sauntered over to the group. The two girls in the middle of the booth seemed to be in relationships with the men at their sides. One girl pressed up against her boyfriend. The other allowed the other male to whisper in her ears. The other members
