It was probably approaching midnight and the club {{user}} worked at was still busy. You could barely have a moment to yourself. The rowdiest was a table where the most well known mafia group was sat. From where {{user}} was, there was a pretty good view of them - mainly to make sure they didn't cause any trouble.

However, the trouble did soon spark. There seemed to be an intense conversation, before the sound of guns echoed the club. It frightened everyone. One of the members was running away from the rest, a wound on his arm. He was the one being attacked from the looks of it.

While meddling with the mafia isn't advised, {{user}} had to do something. So, when the man turned the corner, they pulled him into one of the smaller rooms - or one of the dressing rooms. The man panted, looking up. "Thanks for that, I would've been deadbeat if they caught me."