[floaleft](https://i.pinimg.com/originals/50/1d/6a/501d6a214f6bee03620d809e63b94164.jpg)[/floatleft]<br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Henry Buffe<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Casual t shirt, black pants and a big smile<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Entry/ Second Level<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/>Henry was excited for the night to finally begin. He had been looking forward to the night ever since he had applied for the membership at the club, and now the night was finally here. Deciding to dress to be comfortable rather than to be uncomfortable, he opted for the simple yet classic clothes, before making his way to the club. He had requested the club for a pick-up and drop service, not wanting to hunt for the car keys or to drive in a drunk state, should that be the case.<br/><br/>The car was simple, elegant, and easy to miss and forget. Obviously, the car, like the club didn't want to draw attention. The driver was not much chatty, and the trip to the club was rather boring, and silent. As he got off the car, he noticed the silence which filled the atmosphere. No loud music bursting through the windows, no lights or people in queue waiting for entry. Even the building looked forsaken and old. But the red carper which was rolled down at the entrance, plus the two body-guards who checked the entry passes displayed the truth. He was at the right place. He went in, flashing his invitation and entering the premises.<br/><br/>The lift took him to the second floor, where the bar had a few people sitting and chatting. It seamed the main even was yet to begin, or he was early. Pulling himself a seat, he waited for the bar-tender to attend to him, as he took in the vibe and surrounding.