Chapter 65: Different

Chapter 65: Different

Aside the fact that that energy would have evaporated, he was afraid her body couldn’t hold on any longer. The beer was still in effect, but the after effect would be detrimental if she didn’t stop.

All he did was raise a finger and gestured to the DJ, who instantly turned the music off. She halted on cue. The crowd whined in disappointment. Well, he couldn’t careless.

Lucy looked around dazedly, confused for a seconds. And her eyes wandared around. She staggered back into his arms and took hold of his arm.

“Tell them to continue, I want more music,” she whined and shook him again and again.

The crowd went along and more cheers came up. They wanted her to keep on dancing. Some of them were even calling for the DJ.

However, the poor DJ knew better, whose instructions to take. Otherwise, his career would be over.

“Give us more!” Shouted the crowd.

“Hey, pretty blonde, continue!”

Lucy’s attention was not with them, she was only focused on asking Greg for more. As if he himself was the source of the music.

He had to hold her again to keep her balanced while letting her whine all she want.

“Greg, I want more—”

She stopped as a cough overtook her. Then she held her mouth and gaggles. “I want more—” she continued but halted.

Greg instantly knew it was a bad idea to linger there on the stage. He took her down and went in a different direction, leaving behind the still hyperhectic crowd.

He had to find the nearest washroom as soon as possible. He should have known she wasn’t great at holding up.

A lady, dressed in skimpy clothes, hiding nothing and exposing everything, appeared in their direction. She curled her bloody red lips into a sensual smile and brought out a card.

She was in charge of the bar and knew what every customer needed. But she had misread what he needed tonight, as she handed him the card.

“Have a splendid time,” she whispered with a wink and sauntered past him.

Greg pocketed the card. That should come in handy. He went inside the elevator with her and when they got to the top floor, the washroom stood at the end of the hallway.

And immediately, a bunch of girls appeared out of nowhere and swam in his direction.

“Hey, Greg.”

“Hi, Greg.”

“Wanna grab some fun?”

“We’ve got a huge surprise for you tonight.”

They were a dozen or more in number, and all instantly surrounded them. Lucy was still gagging, he could see she was trying not to throw up. She still got some of her senses.

“Not tonight, girls.”

He waved his hand, still the girls weren’t ready to let them go.

“But you promised last time you were here.”

“We were counting on that.”

“Come on, you can’t tell us this yellow cheek is possibly enough.”

Greg rolled his eyes. He could remember clearly not promising anyone. It must be his brother under his alias.

“Oh, poor thing.”

The girls continued.

“She did a great show down there.”

“Does she want to throw up?”

“I say we should help her.”

“The females washroom’s not far…”

“We’re certain you’re not planning to get her there yourself.”

“That’s so creepy.”

Before Greg could make sense of things, all the girls had ganged up. They all both pulled Lucy away from his hands. An instinct kicked inside him to pull her back, but the girls had seperated themselves into two groups. One group took her away toward the washroom and the other group started pushing him back to where his private suit was located.

He watched until he was certain they were in the washroom’s direction then shrugged and made his way to the suit. He wasn’t planning to barge into the females washroom anyways. The girls would no better what to do.

Various ranges of perfumes hung around her and Lucy felt herself being pulled away by many hands around her body.

Her head buzzed with noises, and they feeling built more in her chest. She wanted to let it out, but it felt all wrong. She needed somewhere to let it all out. She kept her hand on her mouth as those hands continued pulling her.

“Keep it in dear, we’ll be there on time.”

“Oh, I wonder who she is.”

“I know, right? She looks different, never seen her around here before.”

“But she’s so pretty, I wonder where George got her from.”

“My, God. He’s Greg.”

“Not my problem, I can’t point out the two.”

“Do you think she’s imported?”

“Funny, right?”

The girls continued in their high pitched voices, giggling and muttering words which only felt like buzzes in Lucy’s ears.

She wanted so bad for them to stop, as her head pounded. However, their chatters only got louder.

In her blurry vision, a large white door appeared, and the words ‘female washroom’ was dancing at the top of it.

Her heart ebbed with releif and she tried her best to keep on holding it in.

“We’re here, Dear,” One of the girls pushed the door open and Lucy’s nose was hit with disinfectants.

“You’ll find the way back, right?”

“Of course, she will.”

“Alright, we better get going.”

“Can’t miss out on the fun.”

And just like that, they left her standing there alone in the washroom.

Lucy wobbled toward the nearby sink and poured it all out. It was as if every organ in her stomach was being pushed upward with an unknown force.

After nothing more seemed to be coming up, Lucy felt slightly better, but her head was still pounding. Her eyes roller and her hand wandered for the tap. She turned on the water, and used it to rinse her mouth.

Her vision began to clear a little and she could quite make out her surroundings. But her head was still throbbing and she let out an uncontrollable groan. Where was Greg? He promised to give her something better than beer. She had to find him.