My head thumped louder than the music, if that was even possible. Very soon, it would break the sound barrier and explode like a ripe melon. Damn! I wonder if my brains will look psychedelic through these glasses.
Man, what’s the saying. Too old for disco, too young to die.
‘Stop drooling and focus grandpa,’ my ear mic cackles.
I smirk as a pretty young thing brushes past. ‘This grandpa’s still got his swag.’
My eyes follow her taut ass as she walks up to a pair of guys. Despite the harsh lights I notice one pass her the pills.
‘North-east side. Two males. Alpha in burgundy jacket,’ I relay as my team closes in.