Jan 12, 2009 15:13
Getting out of the cab, Mohinder looked up at the club with a sense of slight trepidation now that they were here. He didn't feel his age, but he did feel older than the young and mostly buzzing drunk crowd.
He also didn't share Sylar's total confidence that there was no way that they'd be turned away because they were too good looking a pair to be knocked back. But he just looked to the other man, nodded and smiled slightly.
sylar,
rp