The club music thundered through the speakers, vibrating through the walls as multicolored lights swept through the packed dance floor. Bodies moved beneath the flashing lights, laughter, and drinks clinking, mixing with the heavy bass.
Manson swayed to the rhythm, a glass loosely wrapped in one hand while his other hand moved along with the woman dancing in front of him.
Beside him, Ryan leaned forward, shamelessly throwing his body into the music while keeping an arm around the woman pressed against him.
"Ludacris has finished booking our rooms!" Ryan shouted over the music.
"That's great!"
Just a few inches away, Jamel lifted his glass and waved, dancing with a woman while wearing a grin that suggested he had forgotten every problem in the world.
Manson lifted his glass up in response, and then his gaze drifted towards Justin and then to Ludacris; all of a sudden, he froze.
He lowered his glass.
Across the crowded dance floor stood a woman.
