He quickly exited the palace and rode his car when he left her in her room. He just wanted to get away from her. He thought of going to the tracks to drive the demons away that seemed to chase him.
But then again, he remembered that he already had a few shots of alcohol in his system. Based on his rules, racing and alcohol should never mix. Therefore, he took the next best option, drinking in peace.
"Ricky." He called to the man behind the counter and waved his hand. The man instantly worked on his drink and served it in just a few seconds. It was one of the reasons he liked it here.
It was a decent, private pub owned by a friend that catered to the higher clientele. The privacy of their clients was the utmost priority. The management carefully chose their staff for their quality of service and discretion.
