NovelEnglishCHAPTER 65 JESS We stepped out into the night, the air buzzing with energy. The club was just a short walk away, and as we linked arms and made our way down the street, Sam said, "Okay, girls. Let's go convince everyone we are 21." Suddenly, I wasn't so sure. I forgot we were planning The nerves crept in when we saw the line stretching out in front of the club and the big, scary-ass bouncer checking IDs. "Shit. I don't know Sam..." Laura whispered.
Sam squared her shoulders, giving us a determined look. "Just be confident. I chose these dresses for a reason," she said, and we nodded, trying to channel our inner 21-year-old as we walked up the line, passing women dressed in a lot less with a shit load of make-up and glitter and blown-up lips and faces. "It looks like Silicone Valley out here," I joked, and Laura burst out laughing, seeing the girl I was talking about. Her lips were unnaturally massive, almost like a cartoon. "Hey. You three." The bouncer's deep voice boomed over the noise of the crowd, and we stopped, turning slowly.
"Us?" I asked, my voice squeaking slightly.
The bouncer nodded, calling us closer. Just when Sam was about to burst out with spathetic lie, he undid the rope and waved us in. Without a word, we walked in like we belonged. 17.50 CHAPTER 65 17.288 Woucheri "See. I told you the dresses would work!" Sam pulled us into the club through a velvet purple curtain. Inside, the club was like a whole different world. Dim, colorful lights cast this cool, otherworldly glow everywhere, bouncing off the purple drapes that hung on the walls and ceiling. The air was thick with the pounding beat of the music, so loud I could feel it vibrating in my bones. The dance floor was packed with people moving to the rnythm, flashing lights making everything look wild and hypnotic. Abrve it all was a VIP section overlooking the chaos. You could get up there by this spiral staircase wrapped in the sdeep purple fabric as the drapes. It was like a scene straight out of a mo
The massive bar stretched along one side of the club, a bright spot in the otherwise dark space. Sam pointed toit unable to talk over the loud music, and we started weaving through the crowd, dancing our way across the floor.
We reached the bar, and the bartender immediately noticed us. Sam leaned in, shouting our drink orders over the noise, and within moments, we had our drinks in hand. I took a sip, feeling the alcohol burn pleasantly down my throat, and let the music take over. "What did you order?"I yelled at Sam, who
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