The pitch-black night was dotted with a fine drizzle.
A shower had cooled the restless summer quite a bit.
Skyway Club.
Pan Hancock, swaying slightly from inebriation, stood at the elevator doors. When the doors slid open, a seductive-looking server stepped out.
Seizing the mood, he reached out and caressed the server's face, remarking lasciviously, "Tonight you're mine, keep me company."
The server smiled coquettishly, batting away those wandering hands, and said, "Mr. Peter, stop it."
But Pan Hancock simply pulled the server into his embrace and retorted, "So what if I cause a scene?"
The server half-heartedly protested with phrases like, 'Mr. Peter, you're so naughty.'
Tangled up, they both entered the elevator.
As Pan Hancock reached to press the floor number, he caught a glimpse of a familiar shadow flickering around the corridor corner.
"Tyler!"
