He finally decided on the body only clubs, he could get himself a private table and just relax. He grabbed his painted up, and spiked punk leather jacket, and walked out, making sure that head loving body wasn't there. He snuck his way out and headed towards the club scene downtown. He entered the club, sadly no private table was available, so instead he decided to sit at the corner of the bar. It use to serve drinks before Mead town became Head Town. He happily just listened to the nice music, but soon suddenly he was tapped on his spiked shoulder, quickly he turned to see who it was.
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