She could only head to the nightclub The-Boom-Boom-Room-Yo, the very place where she first met Bryan White.
Donna still remembers the scene back then: a glass of red wine spilled right onto his crotch. Embarrassing for a man, but after all, he was General White, who could handle even a collapse of Mount T with composure.
Though he was angry, his behavior was far from awkward, exuding elegance and dignity.
As it was still early in the night, the bar hadn't seen its peak traffic, and the staff were making their final preparations.
"Welcome." Seeing her enter, all the staff paused their work, turned to her, and greeted her with smiles.
Donna smiled slightly, glancing around the bar's main hall. This was the first-floor main hall, not very crowded at the moment, with small groups of guests leisurely drinking and chatting, some seemingly waiting for someone.
Dynamic music played in the hall, lively yet not overwhelming, making one feel at ease.
