So what did I learn tonight? When you’re getting ready to go out and your cat drops the cans of cat food and you go to pick them up, just go back to the mirror for a moment and check if you really aren’t wearing any of your work clothes anymore, even if that piece of clothing is just a stupid scarf.
Because a scarf like that can say more about your work than a thousand words.
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So I walked to the entrance of Club Inferno, feigning indifference while handing my ID to the security guard, and meanwhile trying not to be blinded by the neon lights… although they were quite attractive in a strange way. I waited for the security guard to say something about my date of birth on that stupid card.
And I think at that moment I would have preferred him to say something about that stupid date. But no, instead he looked me up and down intently, and I felt my nerves acting up and a stupid grimace cross my face.
I really have no idea what he saw in me. Maybe he just didn’t believe my age… which is understandable, or maybe I had a piece of lettuce or something stuck between my teeth… which would be a good excuse and a reason for people to stare… until you remember that you hate lettuce because it tastes like grass.
“Is there a problem?”
To my surprise, the guard just smiled and nodded.
“No, it’s just that my brother also works for the same transport company as you. He drives trams too.”
“What? How do you know I’m a tram driver?”
The man then raised his hand and pointed to my neck, and then it dawned on me: I hadn’t taken off that stupid scarf. And now everyone knows I’m the ‘tram’ man.
So I quickly untied that stupid scarf and put it in my pocket. It was still sticking out a bit, but at least it was less visible than when I had it around my neck.
“May I come in?”
The guard gave me my ID back and let me in. I really started to wonder if he was blind, or if he was just standing there pretending to work, but actually letting in anyone who looked eighteen or older.
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“It’s not your problem, Luk, if those teenagers just want to pretend they’re very grown-up and end up just like Mrs. Marie, then that will be their downfall and their parents’ despair, not yours,” I muttered under my breath as I opened the door to the club’s main hall. It was clearly darker there than the rest of the building, with colorful neon lights providing just enough light to prevent me from tripping over my own feet or those of others.
God, how I hate the dark.
The music was so loud that I felt like my ears were going to bleed. I really don’t understand why people voluntarily go to places where they risk their hearing and enjoy it. There is nothing cool about it, especially not when techno is playing… I will never understand what people like about all that noise… I guess I’m too old for it, too. The closer I got to the crowd, the stronger the smell of alcohol, cheap perfume, cigarettes, sulfur, and drugs became. That immediately made me realize that the best crowd doesn’t exactly hang around there, and from my brief observation, it turned out to be mostly demons. The man at the door was probably not particularly impressed by my age because of this, as he sees more creatures with similarly absurd ages every night.
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I looked to my right, where a group of guys was sitting with a few girls next to them, and to be honest, I had no idea if they were the girls who had come along with them or the club’s staff. Because if they were staff, someone must have brainwashed them really well for them to wriggle onto their laps with such a broad smile, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of the dudes place a pill on one of the girls’ tongues, which she swallowed without thinking.
Yeah… I don’t think I need to explain what kind of substance that little pill was.
It is best to just ignore that whole drug addict and gangster story, because I am sure that the majority of this club is full of gangsters or people with too much time, money, and pride. And this club itself doesn’t look like an average club, but more like a sort of agency where, if you have money and influence, you can buy something other than alcoholic drinks or snacks. I quickly averted my gaze from the whole situation and tried to pretend I was a normal guy, while clearly ignoring the strange feeling under my skin that told me it was best to exorcise this building right now.
Now I’m really starting to understand why Adara hates this place.
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In any case, it’s a good thing I don’t take my tools for exterminating evil everywhere with me anymore; that would only attract more attention than, well, than I already attract…
And I knew very well that I would be in trouble if all those guys in that club found out that I was a child of the light… because children of the light have never been very popular or loved among demons.
And I had promised Lasagna dinner after I get home… no a ‘me’ stay in a sterile hospital room after this whole group beats my ass up, the very first moment they figure out who I am, or rather, what I am…
Eventually, I stopped at the bar, ordered a random alcoholic cocktail, and lit a cigarette, after which I blew out the smoke. Meanwhile, I looked around, hoping to spot Adara somewhere. Which just proves how naive I am, because those damned lamps are still hanging there, more for show than for any purpose.
Maybe I should have checked if she was actually working today, instead of just showing up and hoping for the best. Because asking a stupid question about whether she was at work is really too much… yes… it really is too much, especially when you’ve kept everyone at a distance for ages.
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I slowly brought my drink to my lips and took a sip. The cigarette in my other hand continued to smoke softly.
And my gaze kept wandering over the entire crowd. Over and over again, until I finally saw her.
She was standing there at a small table in a separate section of the room. With a forced smile, a tray, and a black waitress uniform that was absolutely too short, because even from this distance I could almost see her butt sticking out from under that pathetic piece of fabric her boss probably called a skirt. And the top of her outfit wasn’t much better.
What just disgusted me, which is rare, because I have really seen a lot of terrible things people do for money. Because Adara shows that she is a decent young woman and that she herself hates how her boss presents her to clients.
And it made me realize that this club really sells the dignity of these girls for profit. And I really felt sorry for her, because who knows how often she has already been sold…
There were two men sitting at the table, and maybe I am generalizing again, but they clearly looked like they belonged to a gang.
Well, those men had broad shoulders, expensive clothes, and they both had the same symbol tattooed on their bodies, namely a bloody V.
And unfortunately, fate wanted me to make the connection immediately: these were Varro’s men. And the uncomfortable expression on Adara’s face only confirmed that.
I saw their lips move, and although I couldn’t hear their conversation, I knew what they were talking about. Out of pure rage and disgust, I extinguished my cigarette and gulped down the rest of my drink in a quick gulp, slamming the glass down on the bar with a bang.
I slowly wiped my mouth while my legs, without a moment’s thought or hesitation, were already heading towards the chaos. Meanwhile, I swore to myself that if one of those guys touched Adara without her permission, I would knock his teeth out without hesitation, without pity.
Because I am not afraid to get my hands dirty with other people’s blood…
Which, unfortunately, is part of how all my problems start…
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and then Add to home screen.