He stopped and stared a moment as the noise and chatter washed over him. There were still nearly a dozen people in the room after midnight. Normally, it was only this lively this late on Sunday or Monday nights. Many of the club had businesses or jobs that kept them busy late on weekends, so they didn’t generally do too much partying on those days. But this was Thursday and as far as he knew, there was no reason for so many to be here early, much less this late.
“What’d I miss?” He slid onto a barstool next to Kinard, the club medic.
“Nothing that I know of, I just got here.” The other man shrugged and glanced around before turning back to the beer in his hand. “I just got off a sixteen-hour shift and Deanna’s still working.” The medic’s hand shook as he lifted the bottle, Gizmo assumed
