The Unexpected

Chapter 53

Mesut's POV:

"Whoa, what the hell crawled up your ass Mesut, huh?" Marcelo chucked and looked at me, as I walked up the street to meet him outside of the club we would be spending the night at tonight. To be completely honest with you, I was expecting Sergio to be waiting outside here for me, taking in how we arranged to go out to begin with. But then again I cannot complain really, at least all the guys agreed to come out to begin with. Glancing up at Marcel then the second he uttered those words, I gave him a disapproving look, before shaking my head and letting a sigh come from me, also. "Alright then, I see you aren't in the mood, I'll just leave it at that then." He made an underhand comment, though I just ignored it by bowing my head.

Soon enough though and once I sorted myself out, trying to rid my mind of everything to do with Scarlett and this baby issue, I glanced up at the club, in front of me. Hearing the pumps of the music around us, the giggles of women and shouts of men all to be heard from where I was stood. And, when I looked up at the front of the club, I noticed the reflective marble of a coating, with the outlines neon signs of the name of the nightclub we were spending all of our night at tonight; Tatro Kapital. And just from seeing that as well as being here now, all in a sense I could not help other than to smirk. All due to the fact of being away from all of the drama. "Are we going in?" I asked, but Marcelo frowned at my apparent change of attitude.

"Uhm yeah, sure...some of the guys are already in the VIP section now." He comments, and I in that moment have him a short nod of the head, before I started to head inside of the club in front of Marcelo. When I entered the club, it was as if I was entering the Roman Empire's. The tall, metal plants, paving the way in. Up the stairs to the big red 'K' sigh, rotating all on a screen, through satin blue curtains, and finally to the lounge place. Well, I do say a lounge of a place, but there was in fact an obvious seating area there. A pinkish purple tinge now, just in each area I looked. And by that, I do of course mean the bar too, which was lit up as well.

So as I headed further inside of the club, with the music pumping around us, I soon was now to see the guys. Where I waved over towards their direction, as they noticed my presence in that moment, all before I headed over to the weirdly shaped bar. "Shot of Sambuca please." I asked the barman stood on the other side of the bar, and was immediately gifted to one as I downed it within seconds. Making a face, as the alcohol burnt its way down the back of my throat, before ordering another one. Along also, with ordering one for each of the guys that I had here with me tonight – Sergio, Marcelo, Karim, and Iker – before calling them over just to where I was situated. "Guys come, shots!" I ushered them over, with the use of my hand.

I could tell by their faces, that they were a little surprised by my actions.

But not in any sense at all did I pay too much attention to it. As while the guys came over in my direction, from the sofas they were once surroundings, as I took a seat on the bar stool, prompting my legs up and taking my shot in my hand. Smirking towards the direction of the Burlesque dancers not too far from where I was situated, licking my lips. "Well, do enjoy the show boys." I downed the drink, loving the taste of the strong alcohol falling down the back of my throat. But as I did so, out the corner of my eye, I could see the guys looking all at me.

"Mesut, are you sure you should be drinking that all so fast?" Sergio asked, concerned.

The second those words came from Sergio then, I could not help other than to roll my eyes as I result of it. Sighing, and ordering yet again another shot. And as the barman got me all I wanted in the Sambuca shot, I chucked back down my throat, turning to face the Burlesque dancers again, but with my eyes on the guys aside from me. "Just let me be ok? I'm having a good time already, so don't spoil it." Shaking my head in that moment I turned back then to look at the dancers, licking my lips as I watched them. But in doing so, and out the corner of my eye once again, the guys did not look away from me by any means at all. "Ugh, what the hell is with you four just looking at me? What is it, huh?" I snapped angrily, at them all then.