Chapter 30 The Stars Are Conspiring

• Ashton -
• The problem at the club turned out to be pretty small. Some human teenagers had gotten drunk and trashed the place, leaving behind a mess of broken glass and overturned furniture. The music was still blaring when I arrived, and the stench of alcohol permeated the air. I sighed, realising this was going to be more of a nuisance than a real crisis.
• Sandra looked frazzled as she spoke to the cops. I took a deep breath and stepped forward to manage the situation. "Alright, let's get this under control," I said, my voice cutting through the chaos.