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“Damn, it’s crazy here. You think the club will be that good?” Regan asks as she parks and triple checks her wallet for her ID.
“I have no idea. I’ve only been to the clubs you’ve brought me to. I have no frame of reference,” I reply, pulling the sleeves of my dress over my hands for warmth as we approach the back of the line.
“Well, I know you hated those clubs, so I guess we’ll just have to find out if you hate this one too.”
“Probably.”
It feels like we’ve been waiting for hours when we finally reach the door of the club. The bouncer is a tall, imposing man with a poorly-done tribal tattoo on his left arm and a shaved head. “ID,” he says, scanning us up and down with his eyes.
We hand him our IDs, and he squints at both of us before handing them back and letting us in.
When we enter the club, we’re nearly blinded by the blue and pink LED lights that line the club from the floor to the ceiling, alternating their patterns to give the room a psychedelic glow.
The dance floor is huge, and at every corner of the main room, there are cages with dance poles inside that appear to be open to the general public. To me, that looks like a lawsuit waiting to happen. To Regan, it looks like her chance to finally show the world her myriad hidden talents.
“Oh my god, this is amazing,” she says, nearly vibrating with excitement as we walk slowly along the wall to avoid the ever-growing crowd around us.
“Do you see anyone that you like?” she asks, pointing over to the largest group of people who have clustered around the bar.
I examine the men in the group, looking for somebody that I wouldn’t be ashamed to be seen with at the very least.
“Maybe that guy?” I reply cautiously, pointing to a man in his late twenties with a snapback hat and a chinstrap beard.
“Are you fucking serious? You’ll get chlamydia on contact with that one. Trust me. Who else?” she asks expectantly, and I look through the group again.
“How about him? The one with the dark red shirt?” I ask, pointing to him as subtly as I can. He almost looks in our direction, and my face flushes.
“He’s better, still not good enough for you. But whatever,” she replies, sighing deeply. I already know she had someone else picked for me, and she’s disappointed that I don’t have the same tastes as her.
“Oh my god, is that Elliot?!” Regan exclaims, standing up straighter and crossing her arms.
I glance in the direction she’s looking, and I can just barely see someone who looks exactly like Elliot. When I look just a bit closer, I can confirm that it is, in fact, him.
He said he was going to be at his buddy’s house playing video games. He didn’t ask what I’d be doing. I guess he didn’t care when he had plans to go out partying.
“What the hell is wrong with that asshole?!” I shout, startling a group of girls to the left of us camping out on the velvet couches near a fireplace.
I ignore their wrinkled noses and confused looks. My heart is pounding out of my chest as I look around Elliot to see if I can spot the girl he’s been cheating on me with. Of course, I don’t know what she looks like, but I figure it won’t be long before she’s fawning over him in plain sight.
And once I know who it is, God only knows what I’ll do to her.
2
Akim
As soon as I walk in, I can feel the energy vibrating throughout the building, and the atmosphere radiates excitement. Agave is more modern and trendy than most of the other clubs around here, but it doesn’t have the same lifeless corporate feel that some of the other new bars have. It strikes a perfect balance.
I haven’t seen the inside of the club since we started remodeling it, and I’ve told my workers it’s because I’ve been busy with more pressing matters.
But that’s not therealreason why I haven’t been inside yet. I’ve withheld entering because I wanted to be surprised by the progress on opening night, to enter as a customer and share the first experience with them.
To be on the other side of the business for once.
I’m thrilled about it.
Everybody here seems to be enjoying the space, and I can see that the bartenders are hard at work pouring craft cocktails for the hordes of fresh faces with tight clothes and elaborate makeup. Even though the prices I’d placed on drinks are ridiculously high, it doesn’t seem to be deterring anybody from downing one after another.
I scan the room to see what kind of people have been drawn to the scene, and at first, I’m excited that the place has drawn an equal number of men and women. You know a club is going to fail if enough women don’t show up. It’s why they let women in free and give them discounts.
