The lights are colored and the music is loud, most of the surroundings fitting what a usual club consists of: bodies, booze, and conversation falling on half deaf ears from the general noise a place like this generates. There's a certain black haired person who's already too drunk, wading between different groups of people to talk and joke before he drifts back to the bar to endlessly refill his martini. Wouldn't you know it, he's got a few moments alone while he's waiting for his drink.