The story beggins in chapter 2. If you have not read it, you might be at a bit of a loss now. Feel free to comment. And rate please!

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Chapter 3 – A lesson to remember

‘Sure, just two streets that way and take a right.’ pointed the slightly older man, who we asked about where we could find the source of the red bottle. He walked away, mumbling something about youth and drinking.
‘Let’s head over there and ask around.’ I said and led the way.
All four of us made it to the place in no more than a minute. It was an old looking building, just a new looking sign above the door.
‘This is the place? Really? Looks more like an abandoned building.’ Simon could not resist to comment.
‘The Last Inn? Yeah, of those that remain from a few centuries ago.’ Steve jumped in.
Mouse just kept quiet and went to look around its sides. I followed him and walking around the right corner of this ruin of a building, there we saw a large parking lot.

‘Wow, check that out, dudes. Is that a Lamborghini?’ Mouse whistled, as we all stared at one million dolar car parked next to another. It was literally filled with a Porche on top of a Ferrari. There was even a guard booth, though we could not see anyone in it.

‘Well, let us see what they are cooking up inside there now, shall we?’ Took my sight off of those cars and headed to the front door. Wooden, with a metal knob, the door was heavy and screached when opened. The inside of the building could not be more different from the outside fasade. Fancy tables and chairs made of mahogany, crystal chandeliers, the place simply looked like a private collection of art, including the pieces on the walls. It was still mostly empty. Who could be surprised, it was four in the afternoon. Checking out the people inside, I noticed that the atire was like that of a party for the richest one percent. Suits worth thousands, diamonds on jewelry, we were all somewhat overwhelmed by the turn of this place.

‘Head to the bar, gentleman.’ Steve exclaimed.
‘The hell? Do you see this place? We could maybe afford a few drinks here if we sold our kidneys!’ I looked nervously around the room.

Steve ingnored me and went to order something, Simon with him and Mouse was nowhere to be seen. Just like some of the gentleman’s watches, I presumed. Typical. I made my way to the bar, asked both of them where Mick was and they both shrugged their shoulders and laughed. The bartender came around, placing my pal’s drinks in front of them and then turning to me. She must have been barely in her mid twenties, stunningly good looking with a friendly smile. I thought I saw that wide pretty smile go out a bit when she saw me, but I paid no attention to it at the time. I ordered single malt Scotch and started scanning the room with my eyes.

‘So, what is your take on this place?’ Simon asked, also looking round the surroundings. I noticed the bottle next to his glass. Red glass, white top, name written on the side in black.
‘I see we are at the right spot, judging by your drink.’ I pointed at his bottle.
‘Yes, we are. Now, what does this place have to do with anything that happened to you?’ Steve commented. ‘I mean, no offense, but you do not exactly have the money to be partying here.’

Some people stopped ingoring our presence and were plainly staring at us. At a table in the corner, there were a few people looking at us. I could see only three in the face, the other two had their backs facing us. I caught with my eye a man pointing in our direction and saying something I could not hear from so far, causing those two to turn around and look at us.