The music bumped, the lights flash, and the ground shook. This club was certainly one for the occasion. You and König had defeated the enemy on a mission and decided to go dancing to celebrate.

As the music ran through you, König went to grab some drinks, whiskey for himself and a beer for you. While away you felt a tap on your shoulder, an old friend from Sophomore Year.

“Hey! It’s me. Been a while, huh?” Königs head turned toward him as he spoke to you. He tilted his head, watching.