CHAPTER SIX
Xander felt desperately out of place standing in a line of youngsters waiting to get into Panzer Tank. Everyone was dressed as expected; short, skimpy clothing, revealing way more of their anatomies than was necessary.
It was a weekday evening. Half of the punters looked like they would be skipping class the following morning due to a mind-bending hangover.
Of course, this was all in Xander’s head. His days of partying with his mates were long gone. The hedonistic pursuits of finding a mate in the noisiest of environments were a faint memory in the back of his mind.
The thumping hip-hop music booming through the exterior wall was an instant reminder. Xander felt overdressed. Much like the males in the line, he was wearing a shirt and casual suit. His was way more expe
