Time to party

As he entered through the swinging doors and entered the club, Samson was overwhelemed by the noise and the lights. He wasn't exactly old, but he was clearly not young enough to ride with this crowd. They were going absolutely crazy to what he presumed would be considered 'sick beats' but all he heard was noise being repeated over and over.

Well then, old foagie, let's find some tail and gtfo. That's 'get the fuck out', by the way. All the youngsters are saying it.

Poorly aimed dig aside, Samson wasn't going to disagree with Gray, so he scanned the floor for anything interesting.

Surveying the girls he could see, Samson was intrigued by a few. Some had gone all out with the grunge theme. One was barely wearing anything, except a bandanna with a skull on it. Another looked like she would be more at home at the opera. A third did not look like she was enjoying the club at all. Considering his options, Samson decided on