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The music pumped loud in Stan’s ears as he moved through the high class club, past several sweaty bodies, taking note of those he might want to press up against later in the night. But first he wanted to use his celebrity for what it was worth and make a stop in the VIP lounge upstairs, do those less than legal activities that got his blood pumping out of the prying eyes of people and their camera phones.
Stan climbed the stairs into the lounge area immediately noticing that this was exactly what he expected it to be. Stan hummed in satisfaction and noticed someone he recognized in image, though he’d never actually had the pleasure of meeting the rebel former first son. “Well as I live and breathe if it isn’t TJ Hammond,” he grinned widely dropping down onto the couch in the room.