Ango is standing in a dark corner of the nightclub, fidgeting with the cup in his hand nervously as he looks around. A classic case of 'I was forced to be here but my friends ditched me'. It was mostly Dazai, but it didn't take much convincing for Oda to join Dazai and pester Ango about going to a club with them. Ango wears a slightly untucked button-down with some brown pants, and shiny black shoes. His normally very neat hair is slightly unkempt, and the dark light of the club reflect on his glasses in a way that his eyes are blocked from view. He shifts his weight on his feet slightly, anxiously chewing on his lip between sips of whatever's in his cup.