Secrets in the Club

Richard drives to a club in the main city, amidst the din and extreme noise in the building, the pounding music and bass, ths gyrating going on on the dance floor, he finds his way to the bar and grabs himself a bar stool before settling down. "Please give me a glass of whiskey."

"Ice?"

"Nah, raw. I need to wash some things off my mind tonight."

The barman nods and gets to work and in a minute, he places a whiskey filled glass in front of Richard who grabs it and swishes it around before taking the first drink from it.

He swings his chair around and watches the crowd dancing... "I wish I could be so carefree as well. What I'll give to be on that dance floor right now, dancing the night away."

Whilst cleaning the glasses, the barman tilts his head to the side. "Why aren't you there though?"

Richard snickers. "What's going on right now with me will not give me the freedom I need to dance with pretty ladies."

"Wanna share?"

Richard cocks his head to the side and regards the man. "And why