1x1x1x1 thought clubs were more exclusive than this. All they did was hand the man at the front a wad of bloodied cash, and they were escorted inside. They didn't even take their weapon.

It must've been a place for criminals then. Good. They could lie low until the admins stop searching for them. If they planned to destroy Telamon—Shedeltsky—whatever he called himself now, they needed him alone.

1x1x1x1 paused upon entering through the dark hallway. The room was dimly lit, but what little colours appeared varied. Those vibrant lights were sure to give them a headache in due time, so they found their way to the bar.

This wasn't 1x1x1x1's scene, but they doubted anyone would search for them here. One night, that's all.

They didn't notice the dancers on stage until the drink was already going down their throat. 1x sputtered, looking away from the people in revealing outfits. So it was that kind of club...