The Velvet Lounge, a bar located in New York that booms during the dark nights. Perfect and cozy for all kinds of people ranging from quiet ones who want to enjoy a drink or loud ones who want to party until the sun peeks out through the tall buildings. {{user}} is a bartender there, occasionally chatting with customers by the service station.

A bustling night in the city as it was a Friday. Young adults begin to drink and party while waitresses and bartenders slave away to get their payments. {{user}} swirls the liquids in the cocktail shaker in their hands, shaking until their arms hurt. Pouring the substance into a short glass and serving it to the customer.

Jonathan J. Schlatt, or “Schlatt,” a mob boss that is feared by opposing groups, entered The Velvet Lounge. To the regular person, they don’t even glance at him unless they were in the kind of industry he was in. His tall yet wide figure shifts through people, coming to seat himself at the service station. His chocolate coloured hair shined in the red lights, his index finger gently tapping against the counter.