Ten minutes earlier, before the fight broke out in the Night pub.
The Nightclub Bar in Silva City unfolds before us in a cascade of vibrant lights and pulsating energy. As we step inside, the rhythmic thump of the music engulfs me, setting the tone for the night ahead. The air is laced with a medley of scents—intoxicating perfumes, the subtle aroma of crafted cocktails, and an underlying hint of excitement.
The interior is a symphony of colours, bathed in hues of deep blues and purples that dance along the sleek, polished surfaces. Neon lights trace intricate patterns along the walls, casting a dynamic glow that shifts with the beats of the music. Mirrored panels amplify the luminosity, creating an illusion of endless space.
The bar itself is a masterpiece, a sleek blend of modern design and classic allure. Polished mahogany counters stretch along the length of the room, reflecting the gleam of crystal-clear glasses neatly arranged on shelves. The bartender, a maestro of mixology, orchestrates a dance of bottles, effortlessly crafting exquisite concoctions.
Plush leather booths line the periphery, inviting patrons to sink into their embrace. Each table is adorned with slender, flickering candles, casting a warm and intimate glow. The atmosphere is alive with laughter and chatter, a symposium of conversations merging seamlessly with the pulsating bass.
Beautiful Elves women gracefully navigate the space, serving drinks with a charm that mirrors the ambience. Their attire, a fusion of sophistication and allure, adds to the visual spectacle of the night. It's not just a bar; it's an experience, a sensory journey that captivates and elevates.
"This what I called a bar," Sunny commented from beside me. There was a spark in his eyes as he saw a hot Elven woman pouring drinks to a customer.
"Let's go! What are we waiting for?" Sunny said as he rushed toward an open table.
"He sure does have some extra energy for this." Adrian chuckled and soon followed Sunny. Kael and Noah just sighed at the sight of Sunny acting like a kid.
As for me? Well, I don't care either way. I only came here because I fell into the trap that Sunny made for me.
But I think it's nice, Even if I don't want to come here with this I can't take my mind off all the upcoming problems. At least for a little while.
A small smile came to my face as I headed toward the rest of them.
But it seems like this world is not like me.
Why? Because as soon as I took a few steps someone collided with me intentionally.
"Ahh," I stumbled backwards, startled. I quickly regained my balance and looked up to see who I had collided with.
Before me stood a bald young man wearing a black tank top with an ugly scar running down his face.
His imposing muscles rippled beneath his skin like boulders of steel, and he cast an irritated look at me.
"You fucking idiot watch your steps." He said as started to walk away.
'Di-Did he kick?! When?!' was all Apolus could think before he lost his balance and crumpled to one knee.
"The great Jean crimson is on his knees! What a rare sight!!" I said in a mock tone, and soon enough everyone turned their head towards me.
Adrian, Sunny, Noah and Keal also look at me. I can't tell for sure but I know that they didn't expect to be in a fight.
Right at that moment, a few individuals rushed to the bald young man's side and swarmed him.
–"Jean, are you okay?!"
–" How dare he?! Doesn't he know who Jean is?"
–"Come on, guys! Let's teach her a lesson!"
I resisted the urge to roll her eyes again. Were these people Jean's fellow cadets? Maybe his classmates?
"Lucas bro, we came here to drink not to fight."
Well, it can't be helped, let's end this quickly."
"And here I thought I would able to relax."
"It will be a good practice match for me too.,"
Sunny, Kael, Noah and Adrian said as they reached near me. I just smirked at them and turned my eyes back to Jean, by now he was standing up on his feet.
Jean extended an arm to stop his friends and yelled at them, "Stop it, everyone! Just stand back and do not interfere! I will deal with him myself!"
His fellow cadets wanted to retort and provide their aid, but ultimately listened to him and stood back.
After all, they knew Jean was like a raging bull when he was angry. He would not differentiate a friend from a foe in his current state.
The last thing they wanted to do was to stand in his way right now and get caught in the crossfire.
"I'll finish this quickly, so please wait for a moment. " I said to others.