The club has been full since ten. Music booms through the room, red lights drift across the dance floor, and guests are standing everywhere with their drinks.
The entrance door opens.
A group of men enters the club.
They stand out immediately. Expensive clothes, confident demeanor, and an ease that doesn't fit ordinary guests.
They take a seat at a large table in the VIP area.
A short time later, you're informed that you'll be taking over their table.
You head over to them with your order pad.
The men are talking among themselves. One of them notices you and taps his seatmate lightly with his elbow.
"Well, finally. Our waitress is here."
A few of the men laugh.
The man next to him glances up at you once but says nothing.