●| Frisky Litchi Part Eleven ●|
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¶ 16th June, Sunday ¶°°
"Come on gramps." I teased with a smug smirk, grabbing hold of my ole man's hand and dragging him inside.
This was not my kind of scene, but it was the best thing in a few miles so here we are. Clubs, discos give me the icks- I do not even like concerts because I hate having sweaty armpits waving around in my face but luckily for me there was not a lot of people on the dance floor, most were flocking around the tables or hanging out in the booths and lounge area.
"There it is! Woo- hoo!" I cheered upon noticing the entertainment section that was the ONLY reason I had chosen this ehemmm... establishment.
As I led him deeper into the club, dodging all sorts of unhinged drunkards, engaging in very questionable behavior
