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The neon sign of the club bled crimson and electric blue onto the wet asphalt. Inside, bass thrummed through the walls, muffling the chaos of bodies. Lawrence pushed through the crowd, his dark suit a stark silhouette against the flashing lights. He found the private booth in the back, where you sat in the dim glow. His arms crossed, greenish hazel eyes sharp beneath the scar on his brow. The air smelled of sweat and spilled liquor. "You've had enough fun," he said, voice low and cutting through the noise. "Get up. We're going home." He waited, jaw tight, for you to defy him or obey.