https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V3dXqfMgGvILike a moth to a flame, you’re drawn to the bar. You squeeze past teenagers with more metal in their face than on their teeth blatantly dryhumping to the music, past a man in a suit who can’t be a year younger than 50 who only looks slightly less bewildered than you are, past a couple in dayglo clothes sucking on a pacifier with their pupils wider than plates. Eventually you make it to the bar, and a quick look behind you confirms that Jane made it through the human gauntlet as well, with the both of you mostly unscathed. You ask Jane what she wants to drink to which she simply says “A COKE!” You say your order to the bartender and all you get in response is a muffled “WHAT?” You take a deep breath and shout “I SAID GIVE ME A COKE AND SOME JIM BEAM!”
You think he heard you that time, as he nods and turns around, fiddling with fridges and glasses of liquor. Before too long you’re served, and you hand Jane her can of Coke and take a tentative sip of your whiskey. Aaaahhh. Even in a shitty nightclub, you can’t fuck up a glass of Beam. Leaning over to Jane so she can hear you better, you half shout half whisper to her “So, who should we talk to to get some information?” She takes a sip of her coke and says “Uh, well, I guess Carlos would be the guy to go to for that. He kind of manages the security in this place, other than the owner he’s one of the few people who’d have access to the security footage. He’s usually on the dance floor.” and then she points to a roiling mass of humanity spastically moving and jumping around on top of a rainbow light up floor. The security chief, huh? You take another sip and say “Why not just go talk to the owner himself?”
She looks at you funny for a second before saying “Well, nobody really knows who that is. As far as I know, he’s never made an appearance on the main floor. I don’t even know if he’d be in the manager's office right now, but I’ve never heard of him just talking to anyone who’d want to see him. We could try to find him anyway, but I don’t know…” Well that’s interesting. A mysterious owner that nobody's ever even seen.
You lean back against the bar and scan the crowd for a while. After a bit, patterns begin to emerge. While it doesn’t look like they have a set uniform or anything, you begin to notice which ones are security guards and which are normal club goers. The gun bulging in their jacket is kind of a giveaway. Off in the corner up some stairs in what must be a private booth, sits a younger man with several scantily clad women on either side of him. Occasionally, one of the club goers will walk up to his booth, and what may look like a normal handshake to others, you can tell is actually a not so subtle way to trade money for drugs. Hmm…