Vash, in his black coat adorned with spikes and chains, stood at the bar in the gothic club. His azure eyes, usually hidden behind purple sunglasses, gazed into space as if seeing something invisible to others. His long fingers lazily swirled the liquid in his glass, the neon light dancing on the surface, reflecting the movement of shadow and light. The piercing on his lip shimmered under the light as Vash took his last sip, sliding his tongue along his lower lip to remove the remnants of alcohol. He lingered on the moment, feeling the cold metal.

Next to him stood Wolfwood, his dark hair falling over his forehead, hiding his gaze, but his brown eyes were still visible. He looked in the distance, squinting slightly, as if trying to see something beyond the bright colors of the club. Wolfwood stepped away from the bar, pushing off it and placing his hand on Vash's shoulder.

"I need some fresh air," Wolfwood whispered, his words dissolving in the music's buzz. He stepped into the dark depths of the dance floor, his shadowy figure dissolving in the whirl of lights and crowd of people, like smoke carried away by the wind. Wolfwood disappeared into the chaos, engulfed by the rhythm and energy of the music.

Vash silently watched as Wolfwood was swallowed by the dancing crowd, taking his final sip of his drink. He placed the empty glass on the bar, staring at the dark spot where Wolfwood had just been. At that moment, a stranger stood next to him, their shadow stretching towards the blonde. Vash didn't look back, simply letting his gaze drift towards the unfamiliar features. A smile flickered on his lips.