Lights flashed, sending colorful waves through the dance hall. A haze of smoke enveloped everything, adding to the darkness that spread whenever the light retreated. Rhythmic beats vibrated the floor, sending shocks through the undulating bodies shifting around in a drunk stupor.
In one of the sections overlooking the dance floor, Jaguar sank into his seat, darkness painting his face as he rested his head on his right hand. Though his glass was full, he only steered the liquid, showing no desire to enjoy the strong alcohol.
Usually, the women in his company would be all over him, but they all kept their distance right now, sensing something was wrong. The guards seemed tense as well, clearly more aware of the situation. Despite the surrounding noise, that one part of the club seemed to be blanketed in heavy silence. As the tension continued to rise, a distinct metallic sound cut through everything, followed by a deep voice.
"Get out."
