Handcuffs And Kisses (Series #1)

Chapter 4

Lilian Carson POV

I could make out the club's eye-catching name from a distance. The club name was visible as I got closer to the large, shady structure. I became aware of the lengthy line of people waiting to enter as I drew nearer. Even from outside the club, the energy of the music and the flashing lights could be felt.

'City Nights' is the name of the club, and it is illuminated by dazzling neon letters. As I wait in line, I can hear the music playing loudly. I encircle myself in my arms and advance. In this nation, the legal drinking age is 21, and I am 20 years old. But since I have a fake ID, I have no trouble entering the club. But if I get caught, using a fake ID is against the law, and I risk facing severe repercussions. I look in my wallet to see how much cash I still have after taking a cab from Sam's house.

I muttered under my breath, 'This much will do,' as I counted the cash.

I started to get a little anxious as I moved to the front of the line, and sadness swept over me. The bouncer looked agitated and had a very buff appearance. I handed him the ID, and after he looked it over, he cast a wary look my way. I'm hoping he didn't say it was fake. I anxiously awaited his response because I was worried about what would happen if he discovered it was a fake card.

He simply said, "Okay, you can go," as he handed it back to me, and I exhaled a sigh of relief.

I entered and trained my eyes on the bright lights. On the dance floor, there were flashing lights of various colours, and the music was incredibly loud. People were dancing and sweating in the crowded room, totally engrossed. I couldn't help but sense the excitement and vigour in the air. This would make the night go away, and it was exactly what I needed.

I caught a glimpse of a man setting up his instruments; it appeared that he would perform on stage. The bar singers will occasionally perform any song on someone's request. As he performed the sound check, the guy exuded confidence. The crowd is occasionally taken aback by the bar singers' impressive vocal range.

Tonight was very crowded. Sweaty bodies are dancing up against me as I walk to the bar. Though it is the quickest route across the room, I don't mind. As I move past them, I can feel their eyes on me.

The pulsing music and the crowd's combined energy start to energise me. I look around and begin to feel more a part of the celebration. Or I find myself utterly lost in the moment, losing sense of time and space in the thick of it all.

I eventually get it to the bar counter. I take a seat and ask the bartender for a tequila. He must have heterochromia because one of his eyes is hazel and the other is blue. He grinned at me and began preparing my drink. I returned his smile before looking through my phone. As I waited for my drink, I watched him carefully prepare it. I was appreciative of his service as a bartender. While I looked through my phone, I couldn't help but notice his upbeat demeanour as he made my drink.

Alright, I'm not here to flirt with anybody; I'm here to get out of my sorrow first. Despite his upbeat demeanour, I couldn't force myself to engage in conversation. Instead, I concentrated on my own feelings and the work at hand. I froze as I reflected on the experiences I had with Sam as the bar singer began to sing. Everything rushed across my head. The words of the song absolutely resonate with my current emotions. Why must it be a melancholy song, especially at a club? I hope they'll play something more cheery to cheer me up.

'Only love can hurt like this.' I wholeheartedly concur.

The tequila was placed in front of me by the bartender, and I drank it down. I placed another order. I felt a warm sensation sweep throughout my body as the brandy burned down my throat. My mind was gradually relaxing, and I knew that one more shot wouldn't hurt.