Chapter 25: The Nightclub
Draco was now standing on the street in front of his hotel and was trying to flag down a taxi.
His plan was simple. Draco was going to head towards the most degenerate place he could find open in the middle of the night.
This wasn't a place you would normally expect to have such a dark underbelly.
However, when people go there their inhibitions are loosened, and normally rational people become able to do dangerous things.
This place was a nightclub.
Draco had never been to a London nightclub before, but he figured it couldn't be much different from the clubs in Los Angeles.
He knew firsthand how much money could be made off of drunk people willing to do anything to have a good time.
A minute or so later, a yellow taxicab pulled up to the curb.
"Take me to the closest club." Draco said
"Alright, lad." the taxi driver said, taking off.
Not even 10 minutes later, the taxi slowed to a stop in front of a large nightclub.
Draco didn't even bother to count the money and just handed the man a twenty-dollar bill, then got out of the car.
"Wait! This is American mone-" the man began to say, but Draco closed the door on him and began to head towards the club.
Looking at the club, the first thing one would notice was the huge neon sign that read, 'The Trinity'. The next thing you would notice was the winding line that extended past the entrance and all the way down the street.
At the front of the line were two muscular bouncers dressed in black clothes, and they were busy letting people in or turning them away.
In Draco's experience, getting into a club was fairly easy, but that was only under one condition.
Clubs like this typically only let guys in if they were accompanied by one or more women. Draco didn't bring any girls with him, so he knew that he had to find some on the fly.
Looking at the line, Draco spotted what he was looking for.
He saw a group of three girls standing in line, chatting and laughing while they waited to get in.
The girls were attractive to say the least, and by the look in their eyes you could tell that they were ready to have fun tonight.
They were all wearing revealing clothing, and looking at them Draco instantly knew they were the type of girls to dabble in some party drugs.
Walking up to the girls at the back of the line, Draco got their attention with a friendly smile.
"Hey ladies, I need to get in here tonight. How about you let me tag along?"
The prettiest girl in the group heard this and raised an eyebrow. She was wearing a crop top, heels, and a short skirt that showed off her long legs.
Walking forwards, she asked in her British accent, "What's in it for us? Actually, why does a monk want to get into a club anyways?"
Hearing this, Draco flashed her a charming smile and pulled out a white baggie from his robes.
"To have fun, of course." he said.
Seeing this, one of the girls in the back let out an excited shout, "Rebecca! He has c*ke! C'mon, let's let him come with."
After seeing the baggie, 'Rebecca' was now eyeing Draco with renewed interest.
"I don't know why you're dressed like that, but if you're providing you can definitely hop in line with us." she said with a slight smile now on her lips.
Draco nodded his head and joined them. He looked at the other two girls and noticed they were looking at him with a burning gaze.
"Hey there, you girls can call me Draco."
"I'm Emma." said one girl.
"Call me Danielle." said the other.
Looking at them, Draco saw that Emma was also wearing a crop top and heels, but had on jeans.
Danielle on the other hand was wearing a short dress that went above her knees.
"Nice to meet you lovely ladies. I'll make sure to pay you three back when we get inside." Draco said.
Hearing this, all three girls flashed him a lovely smile and nodded their heads.
"We'll hold you to it." Rebecca said.
Danielle then looked at Draco, "So, care to explain why you're wearing that?" she asked, motioning towards his eye-catching white robes.
Draco let out a laugh, "It's a fashion statement. I pull it off though, don't I?" he replied.
The girls laughed at that, and Emma said, "You do look kind of cute in them."
As the four were talking, the line continued to get shorter and shorter.
Ten minutes later, they were standing in front of the door and getting appraised by the bouncers.
"The f*ck is this guy wearing?" one of the bouncers asked.
Draco's eye twitched when heard this, 'Is everyone going to comment on my outfit tonight?' he thought.
The other bouncer said, "No idea, but you three girls are free to go in. The monk is going to have to pay fifteen pounds, though."
For a moment Draco actually thought about shooting the man right there and then and getting in for free, but he instead flashed a smile and said, "I only have US dollars at the moment, is that fine?"
The lead bouncer shook his head, "No euros, no entry."
Annoyed, Draco reached into his robe and pulled out a hundred-dollar bill, "This change your mind at all?" he asked.
A strange look passed over the bouncer's face, and he cautiously looked left and right before suddenly snatching the bill out of Draco's hand.
"Alright, alright. Go in." he said, waving his hand.
Without waiting for the man to change his mind, Draco followed the three girls into the club.
Immediately upon entering the club, Draco's eyes and ears were assaulted by flashing colors and the deafening sounds of party music.
The club itself was separated into three areas. There was the main dance floor area, and in it were probably two hundred people.
Off to the side of the dance floor was a large bar, and on the other side of the dance floor was a seated area.
This area was closed off by ropes, and it was filled with tables and long, padded sofas.
Sitting in these closed off areas were what Draco could tell were some high profile people. They had entourages of followers, and Draco didn't miss the scores of beautiful women sitting around them.
After walking into the club, the three women turned to Draco. Seeing the expectant look in their eyes, Draco fished through his robes for a small baggie. This tiny bag had easily $50 worth of c*caine in it, but he figured it was worth it for the small favor they did him.
After all, Draco figured he would have probably been turned away at the door if he tried to come in alone.
"As promised, a little gift from me to you." he said as he handed Rebecca the baggie.
"Much appreciated. Who knows, maybe I'll see you around?" she said with a wink.
After she said that the three girls disappeared towards the bar area, eager to get their night started.
'She's pretty cute, I might have to find her later after I've done my rounds through the club.' he thought to himself.
Looking around the club, Draco knew the easiest place to start selling was the dance floor. It was crowded which meant it had the most potential customers, and also doubled to block him from the eyes of the bouncers.
Walking into the dance floor, Draco almost couldn't see past the mass of people dancing and moving around. His tall height allowed him to see over the crowd, and he quickly spotted his first target.
It was a man that was dancing with his two friends, and they seemed to already be on some type of substance judging by the intensity of their movements.
"Hey, man!" Draco said walking up to the guy, "You trying to have even more fun tonight?" he asked, shouting to be heard over the music.
The man looked up at him, "What kind of fun?"
"You f*cking name it!" Draco replied.
Hearing this, the man leaned close to Draco, "You got any molly?"
"I have everything! How much you want?" Draco asked.
"Oh sh*t! Hold up, let me get my friends!" the man yelled as he grabbed the arms of his buddies and filled them in.
Soon, the three men were facing him with shining eyes.
"You got any K, bigman?" one of the guys asked.
"I've got ket*mine for days." Draco said with a laugh.
"Perfect." the first man said, "Can we get two tabs of molly and a tab of K?"
"For sure." Draco said as he pulled two baggies out of his robes, "Twenty pounds for the molly and ten for the K."
The man slid him three ten-euro bills, grabbed the baggies, and then disappeared into the crowd with his friends.
Draco nodded his head, a satisfied grin on his face, 'This is easier than I thought it would be.' he thought as he spotted his next potential client.
It was a guy that was just standing alone in the crowded dance floor. Draco saw that he was wearing streetwear, had a tattooed face and arms, and was holding a large styrofoam cup.
Draco walked up to the man, "Hey mate! What you got there?"
The man eyed the strangely dressed Draco suspiciously, "What's it to you?" he said.
Draco laughed, "I was just wondering if you had any 'drank'."
The man's expression eased when he heard this, "Nah bigman, I'm almost fresh out myself."
Draco shook his head when he heard this, "Damn, sounds like you're going to need something to pick you back up."
"Or down." the man laughed.
Draco looked at the man, "Oh? I can help you with that."
"You've got hash?" the man asked, surprised.
"That's right." Draco nodded his head, "How much you looking for?"
The man thought for a moment, "Let me get two grams."
"Fifteen pounds." Draco said.
Draco and the man exchanged the goods, and soon Draco was off into the crowd again.
In this manner, Draco continued to walk through the crowded dance floor, selling bags of drugs as he went.
At some point, people began to recommend Draco to their friends, and soon Draco didn't even have to go looking for customers. They simply looked for the man in the eye-catching white robes and walked up to him.
By the time he had reached the other side of the large dancefloor he had made over 500 pounds, and it hadn't even been an hour yet.
However, Draco's escapades did not go unnoticed in the club.
After all, Draco's attire was simply too outlandish in contrast with the rest of the club. This wasn't even mentioning how he had now sold drugs to dozens of people.
Although the crowd blocked Draco from sight, as long as someone saw him and paid attention to him for more than a few minutes they would surely see something suspicious.
To Draco's annoyance, it looked like some bouncers did just that.
When he looked towards the outskirts of the dance floor, he saw that two heavily built men in black clothes were quickly moving towards him.
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