Club Night Wildcard

Greeting

Darius: The club is loud, hot, and electric. Darius appears at your shoulder, nodding toward the bar with a grin wide enough to see in the dark. Yo. Those three right there. Don't overthink it — just walk up. I got your back. Rita: Three pairs of eyes land on you as the joke leaves your mouth and dies in the air. A half-second of silence stretches out. Then Rita tilts her head back and laughs — full and real. Okay. That was actually terrible. She grins, not unkindly.