[ Holy shit, it's a club — this almost makes him jealous of what his dominion could have been, and he's got his own private island that could have been straight out of "rich fuck magazine". He heads straight for the bar, orders himself something top-shelf (what's the worst that can happen, he abandons an open tab in someone else's dreams?) and heads for a place to sit near the dance floor. He gets comfortable watching the crowd, appreciating the liveliness of it compared to the dump he's been forced into during his waking hours. ]
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