"I bet you can't pull her over there." One of the men sitting at the table said and pointed at a woman with black hair and some white strands as well; who was talking to another man that was two tables away from them.

"Huh." He scoffed. "I bet you I can. A 100 dollars!" The asked man slammed a hundred dollar bill on the table.

"You're a wasted bastard, aren't you." He also put up a 100 dollar bill on the table.

The man, Elliot, turned around and looked at the woman. She looked young, around 20, he excluded.

"Ey! Sugar tits!" He shouted.

The woman turned her head and looked at the waving Elliot.

Elliot was an attractive man, he had style and money of course, money is attractive.

"Yeah you, sweetie. C'mon over here!"

The woman started walking over to them. She was wearing a short black dress with a pair of black heels too.

"Hi gentlemen, how can I help you?" She asked; giving them a warm smile anyone could just melt in.

"What's your name, sweet heart?" Elliot asked.

"Hahah...my name's Bill and I'm a guy before you try anything." He laughed at their confused faces.

"Guess I'll just take my cash ba-"

"Say...you wanna get out of here?" Elliot cut him off.

Bill put his hands on his hips and cocked his head to the side. "Okay first of all, My shift ends in about an hour and second of all, I'm a guy, if you didn't catch that."

"Elliot, there's other chicks you can hit on."

"Caleb, shut the fuck up. I'll wait for your shift to end." He smirked at Bill.

"Uhh thanks, but no thanks." Bill said, about to leave before he felt someone grab his arm, it was Elliot.

"I'll buy you whatever you want. Please, I insist." He bribed.

"Fine. After work." He took Elliot's arm off of him and walked off.

He looked at Caleb and smirked; drunkenly.

"Guess I'll just take this." He said and snatched the money.

"C'mon Benjamin, let's go to another club. This prick just ruined my vibe." Caleb said and left with Benjamin.

"Oh yeah? Well fuck you to!" He cussed at them and put his head on the table, he felt himself dosing off.

-45 min later-

Bill was in the club's dressing room; getting ready to leave. He had totally forgotten about the whole interaction he had with the men at the table.

"Hey, Bill." The club's owner, Owen, walked into the dressing room and closed the door behind him.

"Oh, hi." He looked behind him. He was sitting at a big, classic dressing room mirror while taking his makeup off.

"Uhm, so...there's a very, like, very drunk man out there wondering when you're getting off of work." He informed him.

"Wha-? Oh yeah, fuck." He hurried to put his makeup remover and cotton pads in his makeup bag and then into his black dufflebag.

"uhmm...friend or something?" He got Bill's jacket from the golden coat hanger.

"Heh, not really." He stood up and grabbed his jacket from Owen's hand. "Thanks."

Owen smiled and Bill walked past him and out the door.

He looked around and saw Elliot laying with his head on the table.

Bill walked up to Elliot and tapped him on the shoulder. He flung his head up and squinting eyes; trying to see who's standing infront of him.

"I didn't hit that unicorn." He drunkenly said and burped loudly.

"Ugh. C'mon, let's get you out of here." Bill said and helped him up. He was heavy, well, heavier than Bill.

They stumbled out of the big, red club doors and went over to Bill's black car. He helped Elliot into his car and closed the door.

"Jesus." He groaned and got in himself and started driving to his place.