THIRD PERSON'S pov.
>>9:50pm, At a club, LA<<
A lady sat at a dark corner, with a cigarette between her fingers, and a glass of whiskey on the table in front of her.
There's a big smirk on her face as she smoked her cigarette, and puffed out some smoke with her eyes fixed on a group of girls doing a pole dance on the dance floor -she seemed to be enjoying what she's seeing.
At that moment Tasha Wood walked into the club, and headed straight towards the lady, which widened her (the lady's) smirk.
Tasha Wood stopped by the lady's table, she glared at the lady a few seconds, before slumping on the empty space in the couch.
"You kept me waiting for so long" the lady said.
"Getting here wasn't easy at all" Tasha paused for two or three seconds. "Do you know I was stuck in traffic?"
"Oh, really?"
"And why did you fuçking choose this goddamn, forsaken, remote club?!"
The lady shrugged.
