Nox

After throwing a suit coat over my shirt and not bothering to change out of my jeans, I made my way down to the bar. The area was large with clusters of tables and plants surrounding a central circular bar glistening with glass columns illuminated in blue light. As I scanned the room, I didn't see Davis, but many tables were occupied by familiar faces. If Davis had been looking for privacy, this wasn't the place. Then again, maybe that wasn't his objective. Maybe it was to ...