Most nights Calvin Johnson can be found feeding his own ego and soaking up the fruits of his labor at Inferno. The club his pride and joy and the debauchery that ensued within its massive walls a reflection of the owner himself. The booze was flowing, the music bumping and the women were loose. All of the above was a perfect way for the Prince of Atlanta to spend his Saturday evening. Emerging from the VIP booth heâd been settled in, Calvin makes his way over to one of the bars. Itâd be easy enough to get a drink sent his way with a snap of his finger but he was, also, looking for some company to end the night with.
Approaching the bar, the blonde he spotted wasnât what he had in mind for the evening. Calvin biting back a sigh as he waived the waiter over with a motion of his hand and took the spot beside Jac.Â
âThought I heard some rumblings about someone harassing the guests.â He stated, somewhat jokingly. Jacâs been nothing loyal since day but, still, Calvin isnât able to stop himself from being a little shit. âFigured you wouldâve gotten the picture after the last time I kicked you outta here. You wanna see me that bad, huh?â
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