When Mike stepped into the main club down stairs, the manager pointed him to the direction of the man who was drinking at the VIP lounge with a some men sitting around him. His usual silver hair was eye catching as ever. The dark aura emanating from him was enough to let people know he was dangerous.
Mike took a deep breath as he approached them. How he hated this guy.
"Mikey" The man chirped when he saw Mike approach him.
"It's Mike and not Mikey" Mike drawled, while the man shrugged.
"Mikey is better. As a buddy I should give you a name that suits you"
"You're not my buddy. Marcus tell me why you're here again?" Mike said in a weary tone. He didn't like handling this man. He always ends up with a headache whenever he talks to him.
"You're my buddy, buddy. Where are the others? They didn't come? I wanted to hang out with you guys today" He tsked. "What a shame" He added feigning a sad tone which made Mike roll his eyes at him.
