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Finding him proved hard.

The heavy crowd, blinding lights and loud music made the place a rowdy mess. Just like at the bar I met Luciano at, there were skimpily dressed women dancing on the dance floor with other men groping and grinding into them.

My eyes already caught the stairs but I couldn’t even reach it because of the crowd. After unsuccessfully weaving my way through for the fifth time, I got frustrated and walked up to the bar and took a stool while watching the bartender pour out shot.

“Are you lost?”

The bartender asked.

“I noticed you since you came in, you look like you could use some help”

His words wafted past my ears as my eyes set on the lady sitting beside me. She was dressed in a short dress that barely covered her thighs and had on a pair of knee length boots. Her hair was black, long and straight and reached down to fall behind her back. She was beautiful but I was marveled at the way she drowned every shot the guy gave to her without even taking breaks.

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