#devkioo1

Devon weaved his way through the sea of people in the club, his head bobbing to the music as he looked around for the blonde. "Amy", she seemed to claim, not knowing that he knew better. If there was a part of him that felt bad for what he was doing, it was a part buried deep inside of him. One that he could easily ignore. He'd been paid to bring the blonde back home. That was exactly what he would do. The sparkles on her shirt caught his attention as she made her way towards the bar, and he quickened his step to beat her there by a couple paces. "Two beers," he told the bartender before she had a chance to speak, looking over at her with an easy smirk on his lips. "Something told me I'd find you here again tonight."