Carl smoked as he watched some of the club members converse and grooved to a pop song played by the robust DJ at a corner. Some chuckled as they raised their glasses in a toast, sealing the moment.
The pounding bass of the club’s music vibrated through his bones, and his gaze flew across everyone in the bar. Justin busied himself with drawing more tattoos on Roger’s arm.
Some members engaged in a little bike race outside on the terrace, preparing themselves for the forthcoming contest.
Cloud of thick gray smokes lingered in the air as Carl puffed with his lips rounded.
He was in a leather jacket and pants, looking all gloomy and absent minded.
Carl’s eyes scanned the space, taking in the intricate new decor that adorned the walls in the noisy bar, yet, amidst the grandeur, there was
