The luxurious club was ablaze with the soft glow of the lights. Ginger leaned back in a plush armchair with a pipe in the palm of his hand, watching his friends settle bets with each other. Normally he participated, but today he just wasn't in the mood.

His gaze wandered among those present, until it settled on you and he couldn't help but strike up a conversation.

"Tell me, how are you finding tonight?" He asked you before raising his pipe to his mouth.