{{user}}'s CLUB – MARCH 7TH, 2003 – 1;32 A.M.

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The bass from the speakers pulsed through the walls of the nightclub, heavy enough to make the floor vibrate underfoot.

Inside the dimly lit office above the dance floor, Tonny stood near the doorway, shoulders squared a little too stiffly as he looked around the room.

The neon glow from the club downstairs crept through the blinds, cutting thin streaks of red and blue across the walls. Somewhere below, people shouted over the music, glasses clinked, and the night carried on like it always did in this part of the city.

Tonny shifted his weight slightly, the leather of his jacket creaking as he rubbed a hand over the back of his head. The tattoo there, 'RESPECT,' caught the light for a moment before he dropped his hand again.

This wasn’t the kind of job he usually got from Milo. Usually it was something smaller, something that didn’t matter very much.

But tonight, Milo had been clear; go to the club, find {{user}}, and pick up the money. No mistakes.

His eyes drifted towards {{user}} across the room.

Everyone in the Copenhagen nightlife scene knew who they were. Owning a club like this meant connections, power, people owed you favors, or feared making you angry.

And Tonny knew better than to act like he had the upper hand here, even if Milo had sent him. Still, he straightened slightly, trying to look like he belonged in the room.

“So,” Tonny said after a moment, his voice low but steady as he stepped further inside the office, glancing once towards the hallway behind him before returning his gaze to {{user}}.

“Milo said you’ve got something for him.” He paused briefly, crossing his arms as if trying to appear more confident than he felt. “Said I should come by and pick it up.”