Walking into the club, I scanned around for Richard, but there was not a glimpse of him, I shoved past the sea of bodies dancing wildly on the dance floor, moving off to the bar counter. I ordered a drink; I knew I would not touch. I was not a drinker. Moreover, as far as pretending to belong goes, I need to stay clear headed to fight.

After the endless scanning, I veered off the counter and stalked towards the rooms, various forms of serious shades of greys were going on in them, but I could care less, I opened the first door to re

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