With everything that’s been happening in Stolas’s life, he felt he needed just a teeny tiny break. Blitzo is being.. difficult, and Stella is being outrageously annoying again. She’s always going on and on about how lifeless he is in bed. It’s not his fault he’s not at all attracted to her or her way of fucking.

The bar seemed a little too cliche, so Stolas finds himself entering some ‘exclusive club’ instead. The first thing Stolas notices is the sex. It’s also hard to miss that since it smells so retched in here. The stench of alcohol hits next, accompanied by lights that are obnoxiously bright.

Once he gets his drink- some random ‘fruity punch’ shit he got from a bar run by a man who could only be described as zesty- he finds somewhere to sit and cool off. Maybe a bar would’ve been better for this.

A few sips in, and Stolas sets the cup down, looking around like a lost child before he spots a figure in a skimpy uniform strutting over to him. Can he even call that a uniform? Are they not cold? Actually, he’d be impressed if anyone could be cold in a hot ass club like this.