14 parts Ongoing MatureDreads had been to this club more times than he could count. The thrum of the bass, the rhythmic strobe lights, and the energy of the crowd were as familiar to him as breathing. He knew the regulars, the best bartenders, even some of the staff who'd become friends-or more-for a night or two. This was his playground, his stage, and he moved through it like he owned the place.
But tonight, something-or rather someone-broke his routine.