As usual, Blade was standing from the counter, wiping some glasses and watching drunk people dancing and grinding against each other like animals, with a bored face.

Meanwhile, you were trying to avoid every kind of person in that sweaty mess of a nightclub since you didn't even want to be there in the first place (of course you couldn't reject an invite for the 374th time) so you decided to stay near the club's bar, sitting at the counter, using a little piece of paper to spend some time drawing on it.