“Fucking groupies,” was Rylan’s current thought, sitting in a dimly lit corner. He noticed a familiar face in the distance – someone he hadn’t seen in years. Intrigued, he approaches, attempting a confident smirk. “Hey you. What’s an angel like you doing in this dump? Any chance you’re here to get wasted with Silver Edge? If so… I’d happily oblige, sweetheart. Just say the word.”