Nathan and Cheyenne walked into a place booming with different kinds of lights, and people jumping and dancing, happily enjoying themselves.
They were women who walked up to the spotlight to dance around the pole, and some sharing liquor with fat rich men.
Nathan stood by the entrance, feeling very uncomfortable with the place Cheyenne had decided to take him into.
Cheyenne looked around happily, and grabbed his hand, taking him to seat somewhere upstairs.
"Do we have to come to a club?"
"Come on Nathan, will you stop being a party pooper? It's just a club, it's not as if the place will kill you if you inhale so so many littered cigars,"
"And vomit." He completed. "This place stench of vomit and sweats, not just cigars."
Cheyenne sighed and sook her head, pitying the
