𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗶 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲

for tonight

"Party tonight?" Hannah asks, breaking our silence. Her eyes hold a curiosity to them, like she'd know something more depending on my answer.

We haven't been out in a while. It seems like it's been a decade. All I've been doing with my time is moping around, and spending my time working my butt off through my days.

Hannah sighs, "It's been so long since we had fun together. All you do is work now. You never have time to hang out. To live." she says.

"I am living." And I feel that I am. I feel like I'm counting my breaths, slowly waiting for time to die out.

"No." she chuckles. "You're just existing."

We sit on either end of my bed. Her legs are on the left and my legs are on the right. I don't argue because I feel it's true. I'm like a robot, always following protocol.

I don't want to go but I don't want to seem like a bore. I gulp down the easy answer and say, "Okay. I'll go. I've been thinking about getting out for some time now anyway."

I decided to go with a short white satin dress that could be classified as lingerie. I paired it with snow white heels that have shiny rhinestones on the top strap. My hair is curled and matches neatly with the shimmery white eyeshadow that covers the lids of my eyes.

Hannah has on a blue short dress matched with silver heels. Her long blonde hair is in a neat high ponytail, and the makeup she's wearing makes her forest green eyes pop.

The line is long but Hannah just insisted we go to Velvet X. She said she wanted a nice catch for tonight. I guess that was her logic to going to the highest-priced club in all of Chicago. I guess it makes since though. Not just anyone can get into Velvet X.

It took at least thirty minutes for us to reach the entrance. Hannah paid for both of our entrance fees. The fee totaled 156 bucks in all, half-priced tonight because of their weekly ladies night.

The inside of the club is beautiful. It's not like any other club I've seen. It is illuminated with pink and purple LED lights. The dance floor is lit up as well, with a different color in each separate tile.

The music is nice, and the room is filled with chatter. It's shooting adrenaline into my body. I'm warming up to the idea of tonight. The place has an upstairs. It wraps around half of the room. I'm guessing for VIP only.

On the balcony, there is a man sitting on one of the long velvet sofas. There are dozens of girls surrounding him, kind of like vultures around roadkill.

Hannah drags me to the bar and when she gets to the counter she orders four shots of gin. The bartender nods and swivels around to grab a bottle out of the enormous cabinet behind him.

"How are you liking it so far?" Hannah is reading me. Gladly, I don't have to lie.

"I'm liking it. It's nice to be out again." The bartender places the shots on the counter in front of us. "It's way better than being in the office with Philip."

She groans and I laugh. Philip is my boss. He's creepy. A few weeks ago he even tried to get me to go out with him. Keep in mind that he's in his 40's and I'm only 21.

"You're totally right." she says, picking up her shot. I pick up mine as well.

"To getting the fuck out of the house." she raises her glass and winks at me. I laugh and throw my head back tasting the herbal sweetness in my mouth. I wince as the drink quickly slips down my throat.