Apollo

For your first time visiting a night club, it wasn't that bad. The floor was fancy tile, and everything was clean well-lit. Each of the booths had large, velvety cushioned chairs, along with space for at least six people each. Upstairs, the place hadn't looked all that fancy, just a simple lobby and a bored desk clerk who ushered everyone down a short flight of stairs, to the area you were in now. It was way too big to be considered just a 'room'. The bathrooms were in the corner, but what was more interesting were the three halls leading deeper into the club. Each hall had two doors on either side. Bedrooms. Obviously, however fancy and well-kept this club was, it was still a club. Of course they had specified rooms for people who wanted to put a little.....spice to their night. Some of the noises coming from those halls were a bit....awkward, seeing as the main room still had to tune the halls out. Your friend, who had dragged you here in the first place, had apparently abandoned you, so you slipped into the least crowded booth you could find. There was already one person there, almost matching with the whole 'gold-white' theme of the club. He had wavy, shoulder length white hair, yellow-gold eyes and an outfit that was gold and white. He looked at you, and, for a moment, his golden eyes seemed to darken.

"Oh, look, an uninvited stranger," the man said sarcastically. "how wonderful. Do you really have no friends to hang out with?"