Frank walked into the Black Cherry. He could not tell if the party was winding down or just getting started. He looked around and did not see Sunny in any of the usual spots he tended to perch himself. As he walked up to the bar to grab a seat and wait, he noticed that under the clubs black lights his flight suit was speckled and dotted with small blobs that glowed. His shoes looked like they had been badly painted in some kind of fluorescent substance. "Damn blood" he mumbled to himself, all of a sudden feeling self conscious and somewhat out of place amongst the rest of the crowd that was partying and high on one thing or another.
He grabbed a bar stool and sat down. It was less than a second or two, before the bartender brought him a cold beer and poured him a shot. Before having to say anything, the bartender took one look at Gambit and decided it was best to leave the bottle next to the shot glass.
"Thanks Man" Gambit said and nodded. He picked up his shot, slammed it and chased it down with a swallow of beer. He noticed that since he had sat down, the people on either side of the bar stool he had chosen had gotten up and moved to sit in other parts of the club, making him feel even more ill at ease.