The club was nice. It was very posh and fancy. Very modern. Gentle jazz music played, which was nice, Jack was worried there would be pounding dance music, a terrible thing for a man with a hangover and on the verge of a broken heart. Jacks heart kind of knew when it would be broken. He got anxious and nervous, his body alert. Like it knew it was going shatter at any moment.
He walked to the bar and leaned against, he sat up. A barman walked over and leaned against it staring at Jack expectantly. "I'm looking for someone." Jack said. The barman began to walk away. "No, wait!" Jack begged. "He was here last night, he worked here." The barman turned around and raised his eyebrows, stretching them far up his bald head. "I need someone's help. Please, who was working the bar last night?" Jack pleaded.
The barman sighed and turned towards the back. "Joey! Some poor sap is here to see ya'!" He called. Jack frowned. Some poor sap? Maybe he deserved. He ignored it.
A man walked out of the backroom and Jack immediately recognized him from the other night. He had been Jack's barman all night, and in fact had spent some of the night joking around with Marc and him. "Hey!" Joey said laughing, walking towards him. Jack smiled and stood up. "I remember you!" The two met each other half way. "How's that hang over, my man?" He knocked on Jack's head which screamed in agony.
"Um, ow." Jack understated.
"Sorry," Joey chuckled. "sit down! Sit down! Sorry the place is so boring, we never get anybody during' the day. Our manager is nuts."
Jack and Joey sat down at the bar. Joey ran a hand through his short black hair. "So, what can I help you with?" He asked.
Jack sighed and looked at him. "Do you remember me...calling anyone...last night?" Jack asked. Joey started at him for a few moments. He looked around the room and Jack followed his gaze. The room had a blue, purple and white scheme going on. The walls were a blue color, and chairs and tables were purple and white. The lighting was soft. Except of course, last night it had been bright and bold. So many people were dancing the whole dance floor was full, and people danced in-between tables. "It's important." Jack said urgently.
"Is this about that girl?" Joey asked painfully and Jacks heart leapt. "The redhead?" He asked and Jack's heart sunk.
"No. No its not." Jack reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. He opened to show Joey a picture of Kate that he carried around with him. "Are you sure you don't mean this girl?" Jack asked.
Joey shook his head. "No, you don't understand. You were crying and hollering about her." Joey jabbed Kate with his pudgy finger. "Saying how much you love her. And then that redhead women showed up and was hitting on you. At that point I left. I had other customers." He added at Jack's upset look.
"Was the women's name Jessica?" Jack showed Joey his arm.
"Ya!" Joey laughed. "That's her, Jessica!" He said nodding.
Jack dropped his arm and stood up. "Great, perfect. Look, you've been a lot of help. I have to go."
Joey nodded. "Anytime, be sure to come back." He recommended.
Jack nodded and quickly left, unsure of what to do next.