Loud music and dim lights with with occasional clinking of drinks. This was the most uncomfortable and unusual atmosphere to him.

Phainon’s friends brought him to a club for his birthday without him knowing it. If he knew, he’d slack off.

Nevertheless, now he couldn’t leave his friends on his own party, so he had to somehow live it.

Sitting at the counter, he slowly fiddled with the lime stuck to his untouched shot with the most unamused expression on his face.

(P.s. You can choose to be a club worker, another guest, his friend… whatever)