It’s a loose Friday or Saturday and you have landed a few bucks and decide to treat yourself to a night out. You land somewhere and find chics seated on a table. Some you may know, but most you may not. You decide to check out a joint called GreenSpot along the Eastern Bypass, which has gained popularity amongst young looking girls.
So you join them and find them already drinking a bottle of something. Probably Johnnie Walker Black Label. So you guys dance and make merry, but at some point, they disappear without a trace. Meanwhile, the waiters conveniently rush to your table bringing the bill to you.
To add insult to injury, the bar owner even calls the police to