Eric, too, thought it would be a waste not to drink. “Oh, yeah? Then pour me a full one, and I’ll stop when I’m near death!”
The corner of Jackson’s lips curled. Despite being surrounded by women doing their best, his eyes reflected a sober mind. “Hey, no dying, please. Don’t make me lug your corpse around.”
Eric drank in one finish and placed it down with a look of one not yet satisfied. “I haven’t had alcohol for so long; Lord knows how good it feels! Don’t fret, Jackson, I won’t fall dead. I ate something on my way here, so it’s gotta help mitigate some of this beer. What’s more interesting is you, though! Suddenly struck by the mood to go out and play, are we? And here I thought you were content to be a good boy who doesn’t swing around now.”
Jackson said nothing, but the smile on his lips faded.
A voluptuous woman with a face that might have undergone a fair bit too much plastic surgery suddenly rose with her phone in hand. “Mr. West, I’ve brought one of my friends for the night! She’s very new to the scene — no, I should say she’s practically untouched. She’s just arrived and is now asking if she could come in and say hi. Curious?”
Jackson gave her a side-eye and nodded.
The implicit meaning was not lost on him. The women surrounding him were, in the day, either minor celebrities less bankable than D-listers or glamor models. The only thing that drove them was money. It was not all surprising that these women would tout a new girl to him, and neither did he have any reason to say no.
A few moments later, the woman brought her little friend back to the room. Just as the woman described, she was an innocent young bird who could not possibly have frequented such an establishment. Her movement was a little rough and forced, while the jitteriness in her eyes clashed strongly against the striking makeup painted on her face. Despite all that, Jackson could see that she was naturally curvaceous and rather beautiful.
The woman shoved the girl to the space beside Jackson. “This is Sasha. Girl just turned sweet eighteen! And she’s still in college.”
Sasha tugged on her dress nervously. “P-Pleased to meet you, Sir…”
Jackson chuckled. “C’mon, this ain’t college, and I’m not your lecturer. Relax with the greeting, will you?”
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