The same night, in some high-end nightclub —
Loud music was only intoxicating people more. They were drunk, enjoying the night —dancing to the beat of the music, losing themselves when the noise was abruptly paused.
People at once felt irritated. Shifting on their feet, they turned to the DJ before they could voice their annoyance.
Just then Bryn staggered forward, clinking his glass with a spoon.
"Attention everyone!" he called out, his voice slurry but loud enough for everyone to hear. "This way … this way. Your brother is here!"
"What's this? We came here to enjoy, not to watch your drunk show," someone yelled irritated.
Following the suite, others as well started voicing their displeasure.
"Yes, continue the music. We paid for good music not some rowdy display."
"Turn on the music."
"Yes yes, turn on the music."
