NATHAN’S POV
The swirls of smoke dancing artistically on all four corners of the room and the scent of stale liquor and cigarette drew in what seemed to me was an unpleasant sensation as I brushed past a few juniors in uniform, suppressing the urge to give them all a scrutinizing look. It’s been a full year since I’ve been inside an actual bar. Jackson took me once but all that experience really gave me was just trauma both from alcohol and from ladies in glittery dresses.
I’m pretty sure that someone had touched my ass, too, as I was in the process of dragging Jackson towards the nearest exit, but none of the security personnel there seemed to be bothered at all.
Too much for customer service, really. Though I gotta give it for the Martini Lounge. Ever since I walked in, no one had bee
