A week later Paul had organised to meet with Ben, only this time at an aesthetically pleasing yet relatively seedy bar that indulged in 'extra services'. The boys pulled up outside, drawing the usual attention, and approached the doorman, who suitably scrutinized them.
'Pay the entrance fee.' The burly bouncer said as he allowed them past and David slid a look to Paul.
'It's all good...' Paul said slapping him on the back.
'Dude, I don't even wanna be here socializing with this guy, let alone paying to get into this place. I just want his product.' David said to Paul, then as he turned his head to look at the door girl, he came face to face with a doe eyed, porcelain skinned beauty and his dead heart pumped a hard, sluggish beat which rocked his chest. Paul paid the door fee but David was barely conscious of the transaction for his eyes were too busy taking everything about her in. Her long dark wavy hair framed her face beautifully and her eyes were a light amber shade of brown that he couldn't stop staring at.
'Hey!' Paul said, recognising her as she handed him back a $10 bill. 'Any more like you inside?' Her deep red lips parted into a perfect smile that sent shivers into David's very soul, which hadn't happened in all the decades he'd been turned. Who was this girl? He wanted to know more but before he could, Marko pushed him out of the door way and into the club. Dwayne stood for a heartbeat longer, locking eyes with the girl before he too followed the other three inside. Paul led them over to a table in the corner of the room where two men sat. 'Hey!' Paul smiled, happy to see the man that provided him with his party favours.
'Introductions first.' The man said, motioning to the rest of Paul's friends.
'Ahhh, this is Marko,' Paul said slapping Marko's shoulder,who was standing beside him, ' And that's David and Dwayne.' He finished, pointing to each as he spoke their names. Dwayne was facing them, watching them silently but David was still distracted by the door girl and not paying too much attention, only turning when he heard his name. He surveyed the two men with his usual arrogant superiority and David's compulsion for control in this situation took over him.
'So, whatcha got?' Paul took a seat beside one of the men and David cleared his throat prompting Paul to look up at him. 'Oh, right, this is Ben and Carl.' He told his brothers and the rest of them pulled in chairs and joined them. David scanned the room as Paul conducted the negotiations, and he noticed the place was emptying out faster than a drain yet none of the bouncers or bar men were addressing or even caring about the blatant deal happening in the middle of the place.