It was almost 1 AM when they finished their club performance.
Abel held a can of Red Bull in his hands.
After his first experience, he had apparently decided that alcohol wasn't for him.
From the look of him, his thoughts were far away from the comfort of the VIP lounge where he was seated, waiting for Jason to finish getting their dues.
Jason was the guy who brokered these deals—him being of age and all. Not that they publicized that Abel was a minor… no. It was just the internal arrangement of FFR, which, in simple terms, was a verbal agreement between the two of them.
Normally, they charged before performing in clubs. But in most high-end clubs, like the one they hit tonight, doing that translated to a loss. It was better to wait until they wrapped up and then negotiate things.
It was a tricky way of doing it since it could go either way, but so far, it had always worked in their favor.
