The cavernous lounge at Jon's base hummed with low voices, laughter and the occasional clink of glass against glass. The billionaires club had gathered, as they often did, to unwind, to test each other's luck at cards, and to remind themselves that even if the world was in ruins, they still had the means to enjoy comfort.
Jon had even employed some appealing young women to serve them drinks, light their cigars and dance while the men enjoyed their game.
Kris Scott leaned back with a grin, lifting his glass of amber liquor. "Well gentlemen, I'll be damned." He said when Trevor announced that Hades Quinn had arrived. He swirled the scotch like as though the revelation itself were a vintage to savor. "Finally, finally, he is joining us for game night. We have never needed him now more than ever."
