It was another late night in the small town of New Brook. Street lights lit the streets, store signs and lights turned off, leaving most of the town dark. Though one bright neon sign lit up the center of the town. People who knew what it was went there. People who didn't know were drawn to it, and some people even "lived" there. At night, this town was empty, savor one place. Z's Night Life late night bar and club. The center piece of this small town. It wasn't big on the outside, but inside it was massive. In the middle of the night club was a stage, currently occupied by a DJ playing loud techno/rave music. Circling around the stage was a bar with a seemingly unlimited amount of beverages, ranging from beers and wines, to vodkas and rums. You knew it, they had it, and if they didn't they made it. The club itself was packed, filled with people of all types. Some even weren't human. There were men and women of all kinds. Human, furry, anthro, whatever. It was nearing midnight, and everyone knows who comes out at midnight. The music got lower, the strobe lights and flood lights dimmed. Two large floodlights focused attention on an elevated section toward the back of the club. A voice came on over the music. The voice belonged to a man.<br/>"It's so good to see you all here! Welcome to Z's Night Life! If you would please turn your attention to the loft in back, it gives me great pleasure to give you the man you all love! Please join me in welcoming the owner of Z's Night Life, Zavior!"<br/>The club roared with applause as a man stood in the floodlights. He wore boots, black jeans, a tight black t-shirt, a leather trench coat and a pair of heavily tinted glasses. His hair is black, tall and spiked with red stripes running through it. He jumped down, making his way into the crowd and signaling to start up the music again and signaled the bar tenders for a round on the house for everyone. It was easy to see why they all loved him. This was how it was every night.