Chapter 2 Law Frisky Missy Wednesday at 9:30 pm

It was loud when I walked into the club they called Frisky Missy, to find the man named Alex that I let take money from my casino, but why were there so many people here on a weekday. I was not thinking that there would be many people just sitting there acting dumb and reckless for no reason.

"Hey, honey," said a woman as she walked over to me with a smile. She had a maid's outfit on, "if there are any tables open if you need anything, a waiter will be there to get your order. If there is nowhere to sit, there is always one open at the bar."

"Thank you," I fake smiled as I started to walk to a table I saw open before the woman stopped me.

"No problem," laughed the woman as she walked over to a table that was in front of him with a group of girls laughing at god knows what.

When I got to the table and sat, I could see that the club was bigger than I thought. There was a stage with a band; there were a few photos of this place, some with the same person in them or with at least a few people. In contrast, the other photos were just old classic photos that mostly every club has on their walls. It also has tables with at least two people sitting as they shout. The bar looked surrounded by people waiting to get a ride at a carnival, just hovering around like happy kids having fun. This place is not wrong; I should come here more often when I have more time.

"Hey, hottie," a woman laughed as she and a group of girls, all looking the same except their height, started to surround the table where I was looking at the club's scenery.

"Are you here alone," said another girl, this one a little taller than the first one that spoke with a voice like a squeaky toy.

"I am," I said, not sounding like I cared for the conversation. Also, why the hell are they all blondies? Are they college sorority sisters, "also, I'm waiting for my lover." I lied to get them out of my sight.

"Oh, you are?" laughed the third girl, who looked drunker than the first as she drank more beer out of the bottle.

"Want us to wait with you, so you're not waiting alone," said the last girl in the group, sounding like she was bored and wanted to start having some fun. Also, it looked like she was holding up the third girl that looked drunk, but I could not really tell or even enough to care at this point.

"I'm good," I murmured this time, glaring at them to leave me alone, "so have a nice day."

When the blondies finally left, I started to scan the club for Alex. Why can't I find him? I thought he worked there. Markus told me this is where he worked. So where the fuck is he at, all I see is a barkeeper that defiantly does not look like him, and I see six waiters in maid outfits. I hope I find him and see what he's like at work. Also, why is this person staring at me like him food they could eat?

"May I ask why you're just staring at me," I murmured when I turned to look at him with the cold face I gave the group of blondes'.

"I'm sorry," smiled the person in the maid outfit as he started to blush red, "I just never seen you here before."

"This is my first time here," I said, making my voice sound like I cared if this person had not seen me here or not.

"May I get you anything to drink sir," the waiter asked as he started to scan every little detail of me like I was this person's favorite food.

"So you are a waiter," I smiled, making the waiter feel comfortable so I could ask them about Alex.

"Yes, I am," smiled the waiter, looking like they were finally not blushing.

"You're a little different from the others," I said with a laugh, but why does this waiter look like I've seen them before. Also, this waiter does not look or sound like a woman. I think it is a man dressed as a woman.

"What do you mean," he laughed, sounding like he was trying to get out of the conversation.

"It's nothing. I will have a beer, any work for me," I laughed as I shook my head, trying to get my thoughts together.

"Got it, be right back," he smiled as he walked to the bar on the other side of where they were.

When he left the bar, I could not stop staring at him. The way he talked was like Alex from the casino when I first met him, always not wanting to look at me when I said something that he did not like but would act like he never understood my words. Also, why he blushed earlier was the same as well.

Why can't I stop staring at the man dressed as a maid? I know it's just been more than thirty minutes since he went to the bar, but every time I want to look away, he smiles to make it look like it has stopped me from not looking. I know he does not see me looking, but I feel like he does and is just playing with me.

Right, when I was about to look away, his smile was different. It was not a fake smile like before but was more relaxed as if he was in a trance. When he stopped smiling, he looked over his shoulder and looked right at me. "Fuck, he saw me," I murmured under my breath as I turned and looked at the stage, then casually looked back at him as he started to come back this why.