Eight years. It had been eight years since his friends all parted ways from Roundview. James Cook adjusted his tie in the mirror and shook his head at himself. If somebody had told him that less than ten years after he left Roundview, he'd have a successful business and a pile of money, he'd say they were shitting him. But no, James Cook was the owner and founder of what was now Bristol's most popular pub and brewery. It had started as one small pub, but when his own beer started to get popular a few years after the graduation, he capitalized on it. Who'd have thought that somebody like Cook could end up the richest of them all, and better off in general?
Cook just shook his head once more, turning away from the mirror and loosening his tie. He tossed it on the bed with his infamous smirk and walked out of the master bedroom, looking around. On his twenty-fifth birthday, Cook had rewarded himself by building his own house from the ground up. Having never had luxury, the young man had downright spoiled himself with ten bedrooms, three living rooms, eleven bathrooms, a kitchen on each floor and an indoor pool and a hot tub. Some could even say he was trying to flash his money around. But, hell, it was Cook.
Now, off to the titty bar. He smirked to himself as he grabbed the keys to his car and headed outside. It'd been a while and they liked him there, a lot. Who wouldn't like a charming, good looking man with lots of money he was willing to spare? Before long, Cook was sitting at the end of the stage with a front row seat, so to speak, as the girls came at him half naked and willing.
Cook just smirked and sat back, enjoying the show when a brunette caught his eye. The young man smirked, leaning forward on his knees to get a better view of the girl. Perfect body, long hair and apparently, an ability to walk in the tallest shoes Cook had ever seen. The stripper's routine let her keep her back to the audience for the first minute or so of the routine but when the girl turned around, nothing could prepare Cook for what he saw. His voice boomed through the strip club angrily, not thinking to quiet himself over the music as he stood up. "Katie?"