The Back Of The Club
After all the homeless people left the club I went to the back of the club to help Mac clean the place it was a mess, pots and plates stacked as tall as the CN tower. There was grease on the floor that looked like slim from a horror movie. The trash bin smelled so bad that I started gagging. Spider webs and dust were everywhere and the sink was dripping. The stew was the only good thing about the back of the club because it smelled so good and I was so hungry. The stew was still streaming hot. It looked  delicious with the meat, potatoes and carrots. I really wanted to try some of the stew.  I grabbed a plate and spooned on my plate. The vegetables and  meat were delicious but the meat had a wonderful flavor that made the stew great. Then I heard footsteps and plates clattering, the noise was coming closer. Iht was  Mac walking in with more plates, e looked at me and ask if the stew was good or not, I said it was delicious, he smiled at me and kept walking to the sink. I could hear the water turning on and Mac ask me in  his deep voice to wash the plates so he could clean the tables. The plates were a mess with the stew glued to them. I had to scrap the stew off. After a hours of cleaning we were done. The Club started to look like a normal restaurant and I walked back home in the cold dark night but this time I would be walking near the street so I won’t got mugged.