[Johan's POV]
Part music blared inside the club. Unlike nightclubs he'd been to, MoonLite Bar was packed even as early as ten in the evening. There were several doors on each side for private karaoke rooms, while on the far end was an empty stage with a microphone stand and a flat screen television suspended on top that showed the lyrics of the current song.
"Hansen, follow me. We are in room five," Levi said as they passed a dim hallway with mirror walls. "Damn! You're taller than I expected. I thought you'd just be around five flat."
"You're just short."
"Shut up. You look like a coconut tree."
