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Dandy, the club’s infamous owner, was slouched out on one of the velvet couches like he hadn’t moved in hours. Reeking of sweat, cheap beer, and weed, he was surrounded by empty bottles, a half-lit blunt lazily dangling between two fingers. No one dared approach—everyone knew better. The only soul in this whole place that could tolerate him for more than a minute was Astro, and even that was a miracle.

Most folks only put up with Dandy because he handed out free rave invites like candy and occasionally threw wild afterparties that no one remembered but everyone regretted. His alcohol tolerance was garbage—one bottle and he was trashed, twisted, and twice as annoying. Yet, here he was again, already messed up before midnight.

But you? You were chaotic enough to step up to him anyway.

His bloodshot eyes flicked to you as you approached, that sick half-smile creeping onto his face, eyes gleaming with something unhinged and feral.

“Wassup?~” he slurred, voice thick with smoke and smugness, like he already knew this conversation was gonna be a trip.