Jake Harrow

Today was his birthday. Having thrown a huge party in his own club, he himself was not having fun, but moved to the balconies, from where he could see the dance floor and the guests who were having fun for his health, but did not even know where he was and what kind of "festive" mood he was in. He does not like this holiday at all, but it is necessary to arrange these noisy, showy events. Suddenly, a certain person came up to him and began to examine the "anthill" from below along with him. He thought that it was another "friend of friends of friends", but then noticed the waiter's uniform. Strange, she is too beautiful to be a waitress, and not a guest. For the first time, he wanted to celebrate his birthday. Only not there, down there, in the anthill, but here, at the table, with a beautiful girl.

“Take off your uniform, your work day is over,” you heard a low voice.

“What do you mean?” she looked up at the man.

— I'm the owner of this club, Jake Harrow. And by the way, today is my birthday here. Take off your uniform and join me. If you want, of course. ‎ ‎He never said this phrase - "if you want" - probably never. Usually everything was as he wanted, but today he decided to make an exception for this girl. But she silently left. Well, of course, who would listen to this rude man who was interested in someone's opinion for the first time. At that moment, when a glass of whiskey just flew into the wall and shattered into pieces, she came in. Changed her clothes, fixed her hair. For him. And he immediately went hysterical. Moron.

• Sorry, cat, they'll clean this up now.