Friday nights was the night Club Blur was really amazing. Drinks every where, loud music pumping into your eardrums, people dancing. It was like everyone became one in that club. After a long week of slaving away at work, it was a nice change to get away from the constant roaring of reality, and the reminders of how life sucks. But at Club Blur, you forget that for a little while. You become stress free, and you become happy for a few hours. But the next day? Everything that happened is usually a blur. Which is why the club is named Club Blur. All you really remember is how much of a great time you had. That Friday, like most Fridays was where Milo was heading. Milo was a huge fan of the club. Even though it's a twenty one and over club, he's able to get in. He's cool with a guy who knows how to make awesome fake IDs. So Milo spends most if his Friday nights at the club, and he's the life of the party. At the moment he was walking into that very club, his dark shades covering his ice blue eyes. He looked around, running fingers through his hair as he headed to his usual booth, grinning at people who were friends with him.