In the comfort of his own home Caleb just came to the agreement that Patty had drugged him in the tunnel of lust. Letting himself believe this calmed his mind.
"I need to sleep." He said to himself. Dragging his feet Caleb flopped into his bag and feel to sleep. In the midst of sleep Wolf had awaken with a growling stomach.
"Damn I'm hungry." Wolf stretched looking over at the clock. It read 1:18 am. He decided to walk over to the Jamaican restaurant to grab a late dinner.
Walking down the streets he could help but to frown. When he made it to the restaurant he chose a table by the window. A waiter with a fake accent asked for his order and after receiving his food Wolf took in the environment of the restaurant. There was live music and people dancing. Wolf saw the smiles on the dancing people faces. He loved the way their eyes lit up with every new movement. How some kept eye contact as they danced closely together, how they laughed playfully. Watching these people enjoy themselves gave Wolf a scene of comfort. When he dance at second chance he danced his ass off to make thoughts ladies and a few men happy even if it's only for that night. It was his job to make his audience happy, but Second Chances was getting very old to him. Taking another bit of bread he notice a older woman smiling at him. He winked then looked away. He was also getting tired of this neighborhood. The women bored him and the town smelled rancid. And to top off things Bianca Bonelli was apprently stalking him beacuse she was across the street staring at him. The money he was making was more that enough to get out of this Hell whole, but Caleb had a hold on this place. He's not ready to move on from this place. Becoming a little sad Wolf looked back over at the dance floor and smiled sadly.
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