"The enemy is anybody who's going to get you killed, no matter which side he is on."
- Joseph Heller
The city of Beijing washed out, the sky a blanket of darkness but sparkling and stunning lights seemed to embrace the darkness. However, there was something very conspicuous about the night like the crispness in the air that remains only after a storm.
The Déjà Vu.
A nightclub. A gentleman club. Or the epicenter of the drug Mafia.
The entire front bar was decked out in opulent oaks and mahoganies. The walls were a rich crimson red, and the floors polished hardwood. The scent of beer and liquor permeates the air, teasing the patrons with the promise of everything one could want during a rainy Beijing. It was mild and homey, inviting even. But then again, one might suspect that was probably how the owner wanted.
The music booming in the background.
"Just a young gun with a quick fuse
I was uptight, wanna let loose
I was dreaming of bigger things
