04-22-2025, 09:47 AM
Hayden pulled out his wallet and sent a text to one of the Sebastian House drivers. Being a Sebastian had a few perks even if Ethan was going to hate him for using the car. Hayden didn't really care as he finsihed last of his drink and paid the tab. Though he could have left it, he had a running one at all Sebastian House places and it would come out of his share of the profits eventually. But he didn't, Hayden didn't like to owe his father anything.
"Just so we are clear, I wasn't suggesting either of those places. I would never take a woman to a fight club, or a burlesque unless it was her idea. Just my friend works those places and they are the only places I could logically be caught dead in. Everything else is a shit hole in the wall with even shittier drinks. And as you can tell I kinda am a snob about my booze." He chuckled softly.
When the text arrived that the car had pulled up Hayden nodded towards the door. "Your chariot awaits." Hayden stood up and pointed as if he were in a Monty Python movie and grinned. "To Safe Harbour, an empty vessel with good booze and no seats." And he hoped that there were no pop ins.
Hayden offered Anita his elbow to escort her out of the bar and into the frigid air where a black SUV waited for them. The driver stood outside with a smile. "Mr. Sebatain."
"It's just Hayden."
"As you wish, sir." The driver opened the door and Hayden let Anita slip in first. Then crawled in beside her.
When the driver entered the drivers side Hayden told him where to go. "Red Light district, Safe Harbour."
The man nodded as if he knew where he was going and he probably did. His father probably had all the details sent to everyone. He really was a control freak.
"The place is still under construction, so you will have to forgive the mess. It used to be a clothing shoppe so it's needed some big renovations to make it a bar."
"Just so we are clear, I wasn't suggesting either of those places. I would never take a woman to a fight club, or a burlesque unless it was her idea. Just my friend works those places and they are the only places I could logically be caught dead in. Everything else is a shit hole in the wall with even shittier drinks. And as you can tell I kinda am a snob about my booze." He chuckled softly.
When the text arrived that the car had pulled up Hayden nodded towards the door. "Your chariot awaits." Hayden stood up and pointed as if he were in a Monty Python movie and grinned. "To Safe Harbour, an empty vessel with good booze and no seats." And he hoped that there were no pop ins.
Hayden offered Anita his elbow to escort her out of the bar and into the frigid air where a black SUV waited for them. The driver stood outside with a smile. "Mr. Sebatain."
"It's just Hayden."
"As you wish, sir." The driver opened the door and Hayden let Anita slip in first. Then crawled in beside her.
When the driver entered the drivers side Hayden told him where to go. "Red Light district, Safe Harbour."
The man nodded as if he knew where he was going and he probably did. His father probably had all the details sent to everyone. He really was a control freak.
"The place is still under construction, so you will have to forgive the mess. It used to be a clothing shoppe so it's needed some big renovations to make it a bar."