The club is dark, pulsing lights in shades of purple and red just barely illuminating the space enough to make out bodies in various states of drunk revelry. Dancers grinding on each other, tipsy girls huddled in groups snorting various substances.

It’s not Leon’s typical scene, by a long shot. But once in a while, he’s fine dealing with the overbearing crowd. Especially if it means drinks, and the promise of a night with someone attractive. And it’s obvious that tonight, you’re on his radar.