It was a charming blond-haired man who sat at a random table in the club. He was alone, with a single, small glass of alcohol in front of him, one that hadn't been touched yet. The night was still young, and by the Gods, he knew he had quite a lot of stress to let out on this night. His posture indicated as much, slightly slumped over in his chair as he toyed with the rim of the little glass.
Of course, this wasn't just your typical "free for all" nightclub filled with underage teenagers with fake IDs and drug abusers. No, this one was a lot more proper, and more for the people who just genuinely wanted to drink for the sake of a good time. Security was a bit tighter here, and no teenager was allowed. It wasn't a bar for the fancy and the rich, but it was definitely for a specific category of people. The atmosphere was a lot more mellow, the dancing was more oriented towards slow dances and waltzes, and you could even come here to have a nice meal with your drink. It was a quiet, proper atmosphere, and that was exactly what he needed when he was stressed.
Ah, what was he doing with his life? For someone with a relatively immortal lifespan, he sure wasn't taking advantage of it. He had a young girl to take care of, one who had been abandoned when she was but a newborn, and that was the closest thing to a "life" that he'd accomplished. Otherwise, his parents were disappointed in him - they weren't actually saying it, but at times, it was clearly obvious they didn't approve of his hobbies and how he was handling his life. Then his older sister was always on his case, telling him to get a grip with his life, to do something with it. She was just as lost as he was, so who was she to give him so much grief all the time? Because she was a few decades older than him didn't mean anything.
He picked up the little glass and chugged the contents in one go. He had no intentions of getting drunk, but getting just a little tipsy, just enough to numb his problems away, would be enough. It was just one of those nights when all those things stacked up on top of each other all at once, to the point where he just needed something to help him take a step back. Just long enough for him to realize that it didn't matter, that eventually things would fall into place.