ERIC

The bass from the speakers was vibrating through the floorboards and rattling the ice in the shakers.

Saturday night at The Vibe club was always a descent into madness. It was the kind of place where people came to lose themselves, and as a waiter, I was the one tasked with keeping the fuel for that fire flowing.

I hated this job.

Every time I pulled on the black vest and that suffocating white shirt, I felt a piece of my soul shrivel up.

I had a degree in finance gathering dust in a drawer back at my cramped apartment, but in this city, a degree was just a...