His Pov

Once again, he had gotten into a fight with his wife. He was home for a good 3 hours, playing with his little girl, as she started complaining about what a lousy husband and father he was, barely being at home, calling her only once every two days.

What was she complaining about? She knew exactly what she was up for when they started to date. She knew he was on the road 25/5 when they finally decided to marry 3 years ago. She knew she'd race their girl almost by herself when Alanah was born.

For a few months now, she wouldn't stop bitching. Today wasn't any different, only this time he had enough, storming out of the house in a hurry after listening to her for almost an hour. He called some of his co-workers and friends who lived close.

He needed a drink, or two or three, he needed some fun; he needed something to get his mind off things.

Randy picked up John, Evan and Cody at Johns house. Why they've all been there, he had no clue, and seriously, he didn't even bother to ask.

He let out a long sigh of relief when they stepped into the club, John whispering in his ear.

"There are plenty of girls who, I'm sure, would love to take your mind off of her tonight."

He smirked, shaking his head, looking around the club.

"I'll go get us some drinks."

The guys only nodded in unison, none of them getting a chance to even speak their wishes, as he made his way over, his eyes glued to the girl standing behind the bar.

"Beautiful." He murmured to himself as she smiled at him, perfect teeth flashing, blue eyes sparkling, long brain hair pulled into a ponytail. Her uniform hugging her curves just at the right places.

She sat the first two beers in front of him.

"Thanks." He murmured almost absentmindedly, watching her every move. He bit his lips as she turned around again, pouring the other two beers, his eyes wandering down her back to her ass.

"Damn." Randy's mind started twirling, his blood rushing to his lower extremities, just… as he felt a hand smacking his back.

He jumped a little, turning around to see Cody standing behind him, grinning.

"Found something you like?"

Randy arched a brow, looking back at the girl and then at Cody, shaking his head.

"I don't know what you mean, Codes."

The young man smirked, shrugging. "Whatever. We're over there."

He pointed towards a table in a quiet corner of the club, Evan and John sitting on a bench, eyes on the dance floor, already checking out the chicks.

Randy chuckled, shaking his head. Even though John was married, too, he couldn't keep his hands off other girls. Randy on the other hand just looked, but never touched.

He smiled at Cody, nodding.

"Need any help with the glasses?"

Randy shook his head, waving Cody off.

"Naw, it's okay. I can handle them."

He didn't even finish the sentence as Tammy sat down the other two beers in front of him. His head shot back to her, almost melting at the smile she gave him.

"Thanks, sweetie."