It was a club.
Bright lights burning ... Screaming music noise ... Thrilling boys and girls ... Laughter ... Happy gossip… Men and women walking around holding drinks ... DJ..... The girls on stage...
That night was at full peak.
No one cared what time it was, time was running or stopped, if it stopped, why did it stop, because of their call ... They just had to party and they were...
On one of the stools in front of the bar, O'Neill was sitting. A cigarette in one hand and a glass of liquor on the front counter. He was watching these dancing girls with some searching eyes. She didn't particularly like any of them. Then his gaze sat at a distance, holding the glass in her hand to the bored girl. His eyes were smiling.
Not far from this time, it was a hospital.
The same special room
