"What do you mean we're in the same hotel?!" Chris exclaimed.
"Chris calm down," Joey spoke, calmness present in his voice.
"Calm down?! I hate those people & you're telling me to calm down?!"
"Chris, come-" Justin was cut off by Chris' hand slapping over his mouth. "Shut up!" Chris snapped. "I'm out of here."
The four friends watched as Chris walked out of the hotel toom. Taking the elevator down to the lobby & quickly hailed a cab, climbing in once one stopped for him.
"Where to?" the driver asked, his accent thick through his voice.
"Any club...I...Don't...Care.." Chris growled.
"Right sir."
When they finally reached a club, the driver stopped at the curb. "16.50," the driver spoke, looking back at Chris.
"Want my arm while you're at it?" Chris growled, handing the driver a 20 dollar bill. "Keep the change."
"Thank you sir."
No sooner had Chris stepped out of the cab, when the driver slammed his foot down on the gas peddle, making the car lurch forward, tired squealing on the wet pavement as the car sped off. Chris shook his head & walked into the club.