An hour later...

Much like the laughing and shouting patrons, you've become a little intoxicated. As always, you and your other colleagues liked to drink while on duty, because that's how the bar paid you back for your services. It always turned nights on the job into a night out with you and your friends. An unhealthy lifestyle maybe, but a very fun one.

Everyone is busy though, either filling more glasses or bringing back empty ones. The hustle and bustle of the club makes the atmosphere very cozy and fun, and you reflect on the fact that you feel very fortunate to be a part of this. That might be the **** talking, but it feels true, deep in your heart.

You take a look a the floor where the girls are working hard, and getting tips left right and center. The patrons all behave like drunken horny dogs, asking the girls to show their tits or bend over for them. The girls seem to laugh it up, dealing with this kind of shit all the time, except for Felicity, who looks shaken every time she returns to the bar. You don't dare say anything about it though, sure she would snap at you.

Another strange thing catches your eye, or rather, doesn't. Two of the girls seem to be missing from the working floor; Daphne and Sarah. Probably having a smoke or something, it does seem to be a little less hectic than before. Therefore, it's just the right time when Frank asks;

'Wanna go for a smoke?'