I planned to have dinner at the club.
Our group occupied one of the best rooms available in the club's restaurant and filled up all twenty seats at the long table. The members seated at the table included my future clique in Razor City, and everyone in it was from my inner circle of friends, except for Fen Katz, who was the club manager. The line of members had livened up the room a lot.
Everyone clinked glasses with each other while delicious food was served and got drunk gradually. I drank little this time, as I had consumed a lot of cognac in the afternoon and just had a few mouthfuls instead, which left me pretty sober. I shook my head for the nth time in exasperation today as Kelvin, Oliver, and the others showed their true colors and talked about some pretty bold topics once they h
