/▪︎《 Beginning 》 ▪︎\
Booming music blasted through the doors of the club, but the chatter of those outside were just as loud. Every person in the line were excited and ready to party the weekend away. The pre-drinkers ready to rumble and the disgruntled designated drivers were wasting their time.
Speaking of supposed designated driver, this dark haired male was assigned the role an hour ago while in line. To say he was happy about it would be an absolute lie in every way. He wanted to finally party, especially after he was cleared to drink again. But his friends are stubborn and want to party harder then him. Well, its assumed with the little baggies they have.
Once their IDs got checked, the whole "pack" walked in to the crowd of brightly clothed individuals. Barely clothed to be corrected, but the male didn't care and ordered a light drink from the bar while surveying around. (edited)