Chapter 74: You Like My C*ck?
"Mister, it’s against the rules to peek into private barricades. I suggest you take a different seat," the barman said, gently stopping Lice from looking any further.
"B-But, my friend is in there. He is the one in there!" Lice muttered, unable to believe his eyes.
"I am sorry, sir. The rule still stands, even if he is your friend or even your brother. As long as he doesn’t invite you, you can’t peek at them," the barman said, his expression turning stern.
"I would suggest we go over there," the barman added, pointing to another part of the clubhouse.
Lice nodded his head and followed the barman. The barman dropped his drink on the table and turned to leave.
"Wait. How can I get some chick to fuck?" Lice asked with a dark expression.
"Mmm, we seem to have a shortage of prostitutes today. Even the ones that aren’t on duty seem to be occupied. You can’t see some of them here because most are lodged in rooms with clients who prefer not to be seen in the clubhouse," the barman said, stroking his beardless chin.
"What the fuck, even a brothel ran out of prostitutes? The world is really against me," Lice said, slumping on the couch in tiredness.
"However, there is something I can do for you if you just tip me. You didn’t tip me for the drink," the barman said with a smirk.
"What the fuck, why would I tip you for the drink when I paid for it in full? Isn’t your employer paying you enough?" Lice said, frustration creeping onto his face.