A quiet celebration.

[Haphestus]

Clark walked into club quietly wearing nothing more than pants, a singlet and a concealed weapon.
"Me, dress up one of these things? That will be the day" He thought to himself. Clark walked over to a corner and observed the area. Clark checked all his available exits and ran situations through his mind. Clark had never liked these kind of events. They where crowded, stuffy , had little cover and usually had one main entrance an exit with another exit round the back. He then surveyed the musical equipment and thought to himself "Yeah, they are not going to play the music i like." Clark waled over to the bar and sat down on a stool.

"I'll have a scotch, 2 cubes of ice" Clark told the bartender, who looked a bit sleazy to him. The bartender gave him his scotch and sneered at the small tip Clark gave him. Clark picked up the glass of scotch and turned his stool around, sipping it.
"What the hell am i doing here?" he murmured to himself.