I had been in the club before, but it had been a few years. Instead of walking me into the main door, the dancer escorted me towards a set of stairs t...hat lead to an upstairs potion of the club.“I don’t have the funds for VIP,” I whispered.“Never mind,” she replied, walking rather briskly towards the stairs, “Come on, before someone notices.”We ascended the stairs to the second floor of the small club. From the looks of things, we had the entire second floor area to ourselves. She escorted me to. Your name is John Smith. And yes, your parents are the two most boring people on earth, and not just for naming like an alias in in a hotel register.But your bland name suits you quite well though, because there isn't much special about you. You are a just an average, normal white guy in your mid 20s. Just your average unemployed no good slacker climbing the social ladder in the wrong direction-kind of guy.In your pastime (which is pretty much all of your time awake) you indulge in pot smoking,. "This isn't exactly what Ihad in mind, dude. I'm not too keen on this idea of being elevenagain." He looked down at the pink sweats he was wearing. As hepicked at the front of his borrowed sweatshirt, he began worryingabout its owner. Although they seemed the perfect fit for him, boththe shirt and the pants seemed oddly stretched out of shape in severalplaces. "I feel just like a kid, dude," said Ron, his voice stillunchanged. "But can't you do something to make me look a little olderthan. .. I will come clean about this. I am just buying a gift for a friend. It's her birthday." I hope that's the truth, Deepti," said Ashok. "I know I am only your father's friend. I am not your father. But I do care. And I don't want to see you mess up your life." Oh... don't be such a damp squib!" Deepti said squeezing his arm. "You are supposed to be my fun uncle! And you know me. It's always just nice, clean fun with me. Okay, I do spend a little more freely than I should, but I only spend what.