"You gotta be kidding me!" Nick stares hard at the location of the market. It's ten in the night. The air is cold and sharp. The wet fog is sinking through the layers of his clothes, and piercing his skin. He is barely keeping himself from quivering in the cold. Baffled, Nick adds, "This isn't how I imagined it."
"I was also surprised," Baek Joon Woo replies. "But this is it."
"It's a strip club." Oliver puts his hands inside his pockets. The strip club is in a conspicuous location. The neon lights are hung above the door, and a tall man in black is guarding the door, checking IDs before letting people in. Oliver isn't eighteen yet. "They won't even allow me to enter."
"We can't enter through the front door." Baek Joon Woo raises his hand, signalling them to follow him. "There is a back entrance."
"Of course, there is a back entrance," Nick grumbles. "There is always an illegal back entrance."
