The driver’s strong arms caught me from falling as I continued to stumble behind him down the stairs. I heard him chuckle. I didn't find any of this funny. I yelped loudly as I stumbled again on the last step.
He continued to drag me into the club.
"Klutzy loser." The driver chuckled some more while he dragged me toward a man who stood behind the bar.
“Excuse me? You try walking down the stairs while someone else drags you. I bet you would trip too. This isn’t funny in any way shape or form.” I hissed at him.
I heard the driver laugh at my comment. But he stayed silent. As I got closer to the bar, I could smell cigarettes and alcohol. It stunk, in my opinion. I could see condoms, beer bottles, napkins, and tissues all over the floor around one of the tables.
I could only imagine what and why those things even lay there. My mouth dropped as I saw a young woman slide past me wearing a bikini. I also saw another woman that looked only partly dressed.