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Sunday morning. A new day starts and, at "Sirens", the party is over until Tuesday. All those men who threw their hard earned money to the first pair of boobs in sight, must be now walking through the doors of their respective houses, choosing which lie they are telling their wives this time to explain their whereabouts. If only the club could talk... Olympia's high society would fall apart, with the only protected ones being those in the owner's, Jack Forrester, good graces. Objectively, said list of people is quite short, in fact, there is only one person that Jack really appreciated: Dawson Clarke.

Funnily enough, no one could ever imagine how close their relationship is, even watching them stand in the same room. On one side you have Jack, the homeless man who appeared in Olympia with a questionable past; on the other, you have Dawson, the perfect reflection of success and loved by absolutely everyone... In a normal world, people like them would never even speak to the other. But Olympia never was a common place; and lately, it has become even more strange than it already was.

But coming back to "Sirens", just like every Sunday morning, Jack is the last person to leave the club, but the previous night was too chaotic for him to really do so. ven though he knew he had an important commitment to attend early in the morning, it has been impossible for him to get through the night without drinking. Let's say that, then, one thing led to the other, and the last thing he remembered was getting into his office with two friends at 4:30 A.M. and... that's it. He had been awake for awhile, but decided to stay in the coach with his eyes closed, not wanting to confront what he would find once he decides to finally get up. When the moment came, he quickly remembered what happened; it wasn't difficult to do so, it only took a look around and a touch of imagination. With their backs against the sofa, a man and a woman where sleeping in their underwear; just like Jack, surrounded by approximately eight or nine empty bottles of alcohol. "Get the fuck up." The owner says shaking both people's arms, causing them to start reacting to his words. Also in his underwear, Jack walks towards his desk taking a look at the calendar. Th eday finally arrived, and "he" is about to arrive just to find him almost naked in his office with two strangers. Not that "he" would be surprised, but Jack promised he would be ready to receive him, and right now, he isn't even close to that. "ARE YOU DEAF? I want you both out of here NOW!" Shouts to his "guests" causing them to abruptly wake up and get ready to leave, not understanding what happened, only acting by instinct. Ignoring whatever they were doing, Jack opened his wardrobe and takes the suit he brought the day before to get dressed as fast as possible. As soon as he has his shirt, pants and shoes on; Jack leaves the office, not without sending one last message to the two people still trying to find their clothes.  "The back door is right there; that's where you two will leave if you don't want to have a problem." Expecting his words to be clear enough, Jack leaves the office, closing the door behind him to head back to his favourite place of the club, tha bar.

As he demanded from day one to his bartenders; the stage, the bar and the dance floor are already clean and ready for the next night. But most imporantly, it is ready for Jack to have breakfast. Uncomfortable with the early lights of the morning, Jack puts his sunglasses on and gets into the bar, taking the first bottle he finds.  "Good morning Jack." Says to himself filling his glass with... WKD? Reading the label while pouring the drink, Jack shrugs indifferent to whatever that drink was, as long as it has some alcohol. More relaxed than ten minutes ago, when he though he was late for the meeting, he takes a look at his clock, "he" is about to arrive. In the meantime, he lights a cigarette, throwing its ashes to the floor and looking at the club. That place made him somewhat happy for years, gave him enough money to live a very comfortable life, power to protect himself from any problem he could have in the future... But lately, something was missing for him. He didn't really know what it was, but from a few weeks ago, he knew that something needed to change in that club or, maybe, in his life. Enjoying his "breakfast" and deep in his thoughts, the front door suddenly opens, letting all the light enter surrounding the figure of the man who opened it. "Close that door before my head explodes, please."
MONTY
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