Daniel was seated at the bar, a glass of whiskey in his hand, he watches around the club. He was supposed to meet a girl here, a blind date he was set up on. He rolls his eyes and downs the rest of his drink, but it wasn’t going to be a normal date. He pulls a small silver chain from his pocket, a cracked crystal ball on the end. He twists the chain slightly in his fingers, the cracks would catch the light and shine different colours.
“This should do...” He pockets it agin and steps from the bar, leaving his money under the glass. He walks over to where they were to meet, making his way past quite a few drunk dancers. He looks around the tables, he didn’t know what she looked like, but he knew what she’d be wearing.
“This should do...” He pockets it agin and steps from the bar, leaving his money under the glass. He walks over to where they were to meet, making his way past quite a few drunk dancers. He looks around the tables, he didn’t know what she looked like, but he knew what she’d be wearing.