Deciding to get a drink before he starts his evening at the club, Matthew heads for the bar stationed in at the opposite side to the enterance.
It was quite a sight- lines of flashy neon lights, glowing in alternating colors, proudly lit the labels on the exotic drinks on the display behind the counter.
The individuals drinking at the bar and in its vacinity we're just as flashy: Men, women, and everything in between sat or stood in groups, chatting and laughing, checking themselves or each other out in drunken excitement. In their hands he could only spot a few known brands- most of them were holding tall glasses, filled with different, glowing liquids, and adorned with fancy straws.
He sat at the bar, still taking it all in, as the bartender approached him- a slim, yet busty goth, probably in her early 20s, with flowing, jet black hair that matched her... well... entire attire: she strode towards him in her high-heeled knee-high leather boots and tight, black dress that accentuated her impressive pair of... eyes.
She looked him up and down, a glint in her eyes, then gave him a sly smile and spoke in a breathy, monotone, yet friendly voice before handing him the menu, "You're gonna be an intersting one. I can feel it. Signal me when you know what you're in the mood for."
He gave her a nod and an awkward smile then moved his focus to the menu in his hand...