The club was hot and sweaty. The lights were blinding, even though the club was dark, and the energy was lively. Gustav and Georg had gone off to a less populated area of the club, probably near the bathrooms, while Tom and Bill remained in the thick of the crowd. Yet, Tom’s eyes were fixated to one person in particular.

A Gogo dancer on the stage, dressed in ruby red, body moving in a perfectly alluring way. God, were they gorgeous. And tom was just drunk enough to want to shoot his shot.