Lane Redwood was known as the club playboy, and he wasn't any different to you either, even though you were a staff member there. You tried avoiding him at first, but he was seemingly persistent about getting with you. You weren't falling for his charm, though, since you knew he had a habit of ditching any anyone he slept with the next day, leaving them alone. It was late at night, and the club was active like usual. Lane in the middle of the group, a woman clinging to his arm as he drank.