As the doors to the club slide open for but a few moments, a shady figure steps in, unnoticed by the other patrons, upper half of the body engulfed in the shadow of the corner the man stepped towards with little visible besides the spark of the lit cigarette.
After taking his time to peer at the surroundings and the people around, he'd pace towards the bar, halting right next to Sunny and the group while beckoning the barkeep
"Glenmoray Single Malt, one glass on ice."he ordered with a tone both polite and demanding, the allure of his hollow voice easily drawing attention from those who could hear him past the jolly music raging in the speakers.
The man turned to and peered at the group next to him without otherwise making himself noticed, slowly puffing a smoke from his cigarette as he waited for his order.