“How’d you manage to get past the door?”
Auden’s not much for the club environment, but since he didn’t really drink he was automatically assigned as designated driver. The boy looked like he should be spending his night at a cram school.
“few connections, there and that.”
victor shrugged his shoulders, the smell of his cologne lingering around the air, but he knew that it would probably demolished instead into the smell of alcohol and women’s perfume by the end of the night. it’s normal for a businessman to enter a nightclub after a long day of work, what’s the big difference between that and a university student? “why, what do you expect from the good ol’ me? kinda surprising isn’t it, no?”
