Nothing, skip to the club

The next few hours, you spend your time doing basically nothing. You sit around, think about the past days and chat with old friends on social media. You look often at the clock to be sure you are at the entrance in time. But in the end, you are there much too early and have to wait. A henchman of your father, likely the driver for tonight, offers you a cigarette while you wait for your brother. But you politely decline. You don’t smoke and you don’t want your dress to smell like burned tobacco either.

After a few minutes, your brother finally appears. He looks not very happy that you are here in time. He probably considers you a burden and hoped that he could go without you, if you are too late. The driver throws his cigarette in a nearby ash tray and goes over to the parking lot to get the car. Normally you would just follow him, but your brother doesn’t move and you assume it is kind of a standard among rich people to let the car come to you instead of just walking the few meters.

It is a very big car. Longer than the one Eric used to drive you around. And very luxury too. Inside you have no normal seats, but upholstered and leather-covered benches aligned around a narrow area in the middle with some magazines. There is also a TV on the side, as well as two small refrigerators with drinks. And next to each seat is a mounted remote control.

You are very impressed. This thing must be as expensive as a small apartment. You only know such limousines from Hollywood movies or reports about world class movie stars. However, your brother is not nearly as impressed as you. Wordless he sits down, takes a bottle with some kind of **** and a magazine and ignores you.