Ah, the club, with its loud blaring music that could just about shake the floor and the dozens of people on the busy dance floor. What a wonderful place to be, especially for Gill. He sat at the bar, a glass of colourful cocktail in one hand while his eyes trailed around, he had danced a little and now he was having a bit of a rest. He was old after all, his body could only handle so much fun before he needed a moments reprieve to catch his breath.

This was one of the many gay clubs he owned in not just this city but a few other nearby ones, it was a safe space and he was very proud of the work hes accomplished opening it. He leaned back on the bar stool he was sitting on, back against the counter, when he spotted someone amidst the crowd.