Liam chose to enjoy the night as normally as he could, so when the club hostess offered him a VIP suite—complete with complimentary bottles, private attendants, and velvet-rope isolation—he turned it down with a small smile.
"No need," he said simply.
The hostess nodded, clearly surprised.
"Understood, sir. Enjoy your time."
She walked away with the guard who had escorted him in, and Liam stepped deeper into the club, letting the lights and atmosphere wash over him.
Music pulsed through the air like a physical force—deep bass, fast rhythm, smooth transitions. Bodies moved in fluid waves, neon colors bounced off the walls, and every breath felt warm with energy.
Liam headed toward the bar.
If he was going to try clubbing, he might as well try drinking too. It felt strange to enter a place like this and not drink. And for once, he wasn't in the mood to think too hard. He wanted to relax, to learn, to feel.
He raised a hand to the bartender.
