He did not know why, since he would still be around on his days off, but then again, they were always looking for a reason to party. Party was definitely the word for it that night! Young men have always been hard partiers, creative types even more so. Gastien drank lots of whiskey, becoming quite drunk. Someone produced some hashish later, making sure Gastien smoked his share of that. Still, he could not get those green eyes out of his mind. He was having a great time, but he was haunted. I know what I need, he thought. I need to go to the afterhours club Nath and I hung out at. A few tangos with some sexy looking rich women will erase those green eyes for while. “Hey, guys! Listen up. I know a great afterhours club. Let’s go tango!” Gastien yelled. Most of them did not know how to tango, but they were always game for anything. “Hey, Gastien, how will we get in? Don’t you have to be someone to get in to those private afterhours clubs?” Gastien laughed.
