06-22-2013, 01:06 PM
There is music in the club. Not just any music. Heavy bass pounds in your ears, while you lick nervously lips. The rhythm quickly becomes just a background, something you simply stop noticing. It unsettles you a little bit, makes you feel out of place. You weren’t exactly IN the place, to be honest. Not everyone had an access to this club and certainly not you.
“Dude, are you certain they will let me in?”
“Yep, I’m one hundred percent certain they will. Hey, how about you stop worrying about getting in and start worrying about not losing your wallet in there.”
You smile a little, recalling how your mate presented you with an entry pass to THIS club. Good old Steve. He was always around interesting and influential people, despite being a simple white-collar worker. By day, a simple mundane ant, by night a king of underground life, full of bass and whisky on rocks. Speaking of alcohol…
“Dude, are you certain they will let me in?”
“Yep, I’m one hundred percent certain they will. Hey, how about you stop worrying about getting in and start worrying about not losing your wallet in there.”
You smile a little, recalling how your mate presented you with an entry pass to THIS club. Good old Steve. He was always around interesting and influential people, despite being a simple white-collar worker. By day, a simple mundane ant, by night a king of underground life, full of bass and whisky on rocks. Speaking of alcohol…