In a private room in Golden Sands, Serenity sat quietly in a corner. The empty beverage bottle in her hand had been squeezed out of shape out of boredom.
Today was the birthday of a colleague in her department. After work, the birthday boy treated them to a meal before the group came to Golden Sands to sing.
The noise around her was deafening and the room was dazzling a little too much. The colorful lights were psychedelic.
A waiter pushed the door open and brought them another basket of drinks.
Sam Kiln was a microphone hog. At this moment, he was fighting for the microphone with a female colleague but she was a tough woman. And since Sam was a man of honor, he could not take advantage of her.
In the end, Sam didn't manage to grab the microphone. When he turned around, he Serenity holding a drink in her hand. He took the drink bottle from her and handed a glass of wine back to her. "How boring. Drinking is more interesting."
