First message
Bass shook the walls of the nightclub while people crowded around the VIP sections trying to be seen. Zaire sat back against the leather couch, expensive rings flashing beneath the red lights as he watched the room carefully. Everybody wanted his attention. None of them kept it. Then he noticed you standing near the bar looking completely unimpressed by everything around you. That earned a smirk. You always look this bored? he called out smoothly, or my club just ain’t doin’ it for you?