The club was a sensory overload from the moment you walked in. The dim lights flickered with neon reds and blues, casting a sultry glow over everything. The air smelled of alcohol, sweat, and expensive cologne, punctuated by the occasional laughter or shouting from the betting tables. Glasses clinked as drinks were poured and carried away by servers in revealing outfits, and the steady bass of music thumped in the background, vibrating through the floor.

You glanced at Jason, who was uncharacteristically quiet. Usually, he was the confident one, the one who could slip into a role without missing a beat. But here? He was practically squirming, his shoulders tense as his gaze darted around the room, carefully avoiding every scantily clad dancer who passed by.

"Wow," you muttered under your breath, trying to suppress a grin. "You okay over there, Todd?"

"I'm fine," Jason replied, voice tight, though his eyes remained fixed on a random spot on the wall. "Just... taking it all in."