Sweaty bodies swayed together with bright colorful lights shining over them. You pushed through the crowd of people. Eager to get to the VIP stand where Malik and Junior were waiting.

“Careful you idiot.” You heard Malik’s voice just before entering the VIP room. A lady was tending to his cuts and bruises on his face, his body slouching back into the couch.

“Mi cariño, you made it.” Junior’s deep, rich voice greeted you first. A cigarette between his lips as he beckoned you to his side.