The music and the tingling from the cold foamy beer slowly loosened Dave up. The tension from the morning was slowly draining away the more he drank and enjoyed the music and the dancefloor show.
Of course it wasn't to last. After a few songs Zoe came back and dragged Dave with her onto the dancefloor.
Dave did his best to follow Zoe lead, trying to emulate her free spirited dance moves.
Eventually Dave stopped worrying, and helped by the warm glow from his beer, started to enjoy dancing and moving with her. It had been a long time since he cut loose like this.
After a few songs the music slowed down and switched to something less wild. Needing a break, they retreated to from the dance-floor, and sat at a table in the VIP room.
Dave's stomach was rumbling even after the beer, "Is there anything to eat here?"
"You can order from the screen here," she swiped her hand and the tabletop displayed displayed the Club food menu.
Dave picked some light dishes to try and waited for the order to come out.
A waiter soon came over with their plates.
While they were eating a petite redhead walked into the VIP room.
Seeing Zoe, she walked over to their table and addressed Zoe with malicious glee. "Here you are, Zoe! Why didn't you call me?"
Zoe frowned slightly.
She answered with an insincere smile, "Hello, Sabrina. We just got here. This is my friend, Dave."
"Your friennnnnd...?" the redhead singsonged, her eyes locking onto Dave
"Yes." Zoe deflected the conversation, "I guess the gang's all here then," she finished in a less than hopeful voice.
"Yes, Tess and Jenny came with me." Sabrina sat down. "We're looking for a table. You don't mind us imposing on you, do you, dear. Of course not."
The entire time the redhead was speaking to Zoe, her eyes had never left Dave. He felt like a dog treat at the vet's, or a piece of pastry at a grade school birthday party.
Before Zoe could answer, two more girls came over, a blonde and a brunette. The blonde had a perfect porcelain smile plastered on, while the brunette had a cold look set on her face.
"Ladies. Sit. Zoe brought a friennnnd," Sabrina simpered.
"Zoe never brings male friends, at least not straight ones. So, who might this be?" asked the blond young woman.
"Dave, this is Jenny, and the ice-queen over there is Tess," said Zoe spitefully.
"That's not nice, Zoeee" the blond chided. "So Dave, it's rare to see Zoe with a friend. How do you know each other? Maybe from your family businesses?" asked Jenny.
Lone grew more agitated as Jenny nosed around for Dave's background.
Dave looked at the blonde impassively, "I'm just a friend. We met by chace and became friends. I don't know anything about her family's business and she doesn't know anything about mine."
Stymied the three girls looked at Dave but didn't have any reply except some tittering and nonsense social phrases..
Jenny noticed Dave's hand, her face had an ugly expression that she tried to hide but failed miserably.
"Girls, I see a free table over there, let's get some fresh air," she said, standing up.
"See you later, Zoe," the girls sang out cattily, ignoring Dave.
As they walked away Sabrina asked Jenny why they were leaving when it was plain there were no empty tables.
"Because I am not sitting at a table with a freak like him. Ewww!" she said with disgust.
"What are you talking about?" asked the brunette, Tess.
"Didn't you see those disgusting scars on his hand? They could be fixed easily. His hair is newly cut, and even his clothes are brand new. It's like that song, he's a broke-y broke. A charity case. Zoe probably has her reasons to hang out with him. But, there's no need for us to mix with lower-class people. Ugh!"
"Wow. I didn't even notice!" said the redhead.
Back at the table Dave looked at Lone, listening to the shrews as they walked away.
"Your friends?"
"Their families are in business with my father. Just a bunch of richie brats. They only hang out with people they deem to be worthy of them. Basically any other rich pricks."
Dave grunted and resumed his interrupted meal, but the atmosphere had turned from joyous to somber.
Zoe cursed at the snobby C-words under her breath, they'd soured the mood and ruined her day out with Dave.
Chapter end
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