A totally-black Mini Cooper S-Cabrio slowed down from the motorway, to a parking spot in front of the Bourdain House – the heart of The Gentlemen’s Club in
“Anything we committed inside should never be revealed outside.” He said calmly - while combing his lank auburn with dry fingers. The door shrieked opened, revealing an old butler with pale complexion; wearing royal velvet with matching pair of pants.
“May I take your coat off, sir?” The butler asked, placing his hands on the green suede.
“No thanks, my dear fellow. I’m on my way to meet a friend,” He said, grinning as he nudges away the butler’s hands from his suede. He calmly admired the luxurious decorations on the wall, as he was on his way to the cellar bar.
The comfortable cellar bar appears to be filled with three other gentlemen in various ages, but his eyes were fixed on
“Then it’s the murdering of joy for me,
“I beg your pardon my dear friend, I don’t smoke,”
“What is it sir?” the butler hurried towards them.
“Would you care to get me some of those lovely foie gras, for my dear fellow?”
“Absolutely sir, I will go right away,” as
“That sounds sweet, but I would prefer here. It is a lot safer here,”
“If that’s the case, we will meet again in Saturday then?” he said, emitting a polite smoke from the pipe.
“That would be more than perfect,