The suite they were in was spacious, a medium sized round table with a L-shaped booth and a few chairs on the other side of it. A large pitcher of water, three glasses, a bowl of fruits, a breadbasket with a few small containers of butter, a mini fridge filled with sodas and sparkling water. The glass window from the balcony was a two-way mirror in order to give those inside some privacy. The sound from the stage carried well, the building was built in order to cater to those that spent the money in order to dine on the second floor. All three of them sat down in the comfy booth with Havok in the middle. Havok poured three glasses of water when grabbing a couple of fruits to snack on. Gwen and Genevieve did the same, tasting the warm bread and spreading some butter on it.
Everything was tasty which just made them look forward to the meal.
"So, Havok, where did you grow up?" Asked Genevieve.
"I grew up in an orphanage on the border of Texas and Oklahoma. What about you two?"
