The smell of cigarettes and lust was in the air, music blasting through the club that your best friend had brought you to for your birthday.

“Well, happy birthday dude.” You friend, Kaia spoke, snorting and glancing around as a waiter came to greet you.

Nero glanced you guys up and down and sighed, grabbing two menus and some crayons; “You guys look like babies, so you may need some crayons. Keep up!” He warned and walked off to bring you to your guys’ table.