Jason stepped out of the taxi with Oliver, the night buzzing with energy. Neon lights spilt onto the streets, bathing the sidewalks in a kaleidoscope of colours. Music thumped faintly in the background and drunk people walked by everywhere, shaking and walking ahead as they did. Jason inhaled deeply as if absorbing the ambience itself.
"You ready, Oliver?" Jason asked, flashing a confident grin.
Oliver hesitated, looking at the long line of people queued outside a nearby club. His nerves were written all over his face, his hand reflexively adjusting his tie, a habit Jason had noticed when Oliver felt out of place.
