Hugo's legs carried him toward the club's exit with all the grace of a man who desperately wanted to disappear.
Well, actually, he DESPERATELY wanted to disappear!
The neon lights cast flickering shadows across the crowd, and every step closer to freedom made his prayers to the goddess of luck even more frantic.
At the rate things were going, he was almost about to be completely converted. All that remained was to find a temple...
"Please, Goddess of Luck, if you're real, don't let them notice me. I promise I'll never sneak into a strip club ever again. Okay, maybe once more—but only if there's a really good reason. Just let me out of here alive, and I'll donate to… to whatever shrine you've got."
His hand reached for the door handle. 'Just one more push, and he'd be out. Jessica was probably waiting outside. Hopefully, she hadn't decided to leave or worse—fall into the clutches of some random smooth-talking guy.'
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!