Downtown in a bar, skimpily dressed ladies danced to the loud upbeat music coming from the speakers.
Smokes from cigarettes, smells from alcohol and dried sweat saturated the whole atmosphere producing a pungent odor .
Young waiters in see-through blouses and heavy makeup, ambled their way across the bar, serving drinks with bewitching smiles.
At the far end of the bar, a dark skinned burly man walked in from the back door where he had just gone to receive a call.
"Who was it that called boss?" yelled his companion over the deafening sound.
Spider's expression turned despondent as he answered in an equally loud, but throaty voice, "My nemesis."
The neon lights rotating from the stage cast different shades of colours on their faces.
"Boss, is it that evil woman that called you last week?" As far as he knew, the lady from the Beazell group was the only person that could make his boss react this way.
