Introducing a disruption or a new figure entering the VIP space. Expanding on the world outside the club's heavy doors.
The crowd didn't dance so much as sway in a collective fever. Jax set the bottles down on the glass table. The condensation pooled instantly, reflecting the strobe lights. "To the end of the night," someone whispered.
"Grab a couple bottles," Jax shouted over the synth swell, sliding a credit chip across the damp mahogany.
"Make it four," Jax corrected, his voice catching the edge of the beat.
