Travis was sitting at the poker table in the back of the club, smoke from the cigars of the men around wafting through the air around them, glasses of half drunk whiskey sitting on the table. He had a cigarette hanging between his lips.

He always had a good time at this club, playing with his mortal friends and the random ones who got cocky and thought they could win against him.

The son of Hermes was on a winning streak, he usually always had a winning streak when he played, he was great at poker and even better with money.

He looked at the cards in his hands, his expression leaving no hint at what was in his hand. He looked up from the cards, blue gaze flickering to the other side of the club where they were currently at.

He almost regretted bringing them with him tonight, the way men and women flocked around them, it made a weird feeling tighten his chest.

They were on the dance floor, in their little black party dress(or gray muscle shirt and black ripped jeans), still wearing Travis's jacket over it, a glass of what he could only assume was their favorite cocktail. They were a vision dancing and drinking, causing a little bit of a stir on the dancefloor without a care in the world.