Loud music blasted inside the club and everybody was having fun. One could smell a mixture of cigarettes, booze, and the thick fog from the smoke machine—all lingering in the air. It was intoxicating and people didn't care as they drank bottle after bottle, glass after glass, or shots after shots.
At one corner of the club, one man with flushed skin glared at Angela's direction. He clenched and unclenched his hand as if he was ready to fight. There was a pounding in his ears that's making him tick and he grew uncomfortable by the second.
"Look at that dude. Isn't that your girl, Evan? What's he doing with her?" his friend asked.
"They're all smiling and shit. Looks like your girl's enjoying it too," another friend said.
