"Here's your drink. The usual. Just how you like it." A seductive voice was heard over the music, the sound of a glass wine slightly hitting the table following her voice next.
The music downstairs was loud but he clearly heard her even as his entire gaze was on his phone.
She stood there for a full minute, waiting for any reaction, but when she didn't get any, her smile faltered and she, embarrassed, went downstairs to serve the others.
When he put his phone away, he poured himself a cup of tequila, the scenery downstairs a perfect way to compliment his drink.
If his Pack members weren't dancing, some were eating, some were drinking, some were already dead drunk and using the floor of the club as a sleeping ground while the others who couldn't wait to get home were doing quickies at not-so-discreet areas at the club which bothered none as they all were all too many and somewhat didn't care.
