*The song for this part is The Weeknd - Wicked Games.*
Celeste
The line for Sinners was around the back of the club building when Lana and I had exited our Uber at around eleven that night. The line was unsurprising to us as the club was one of the most infamous in Las Angeles; apparently, the red, dingy, grunge vibe was in at the minute.
I didn't see the appeal.
My short red latex dress was hugging my curves deliciously tonight, my feet already screaming in my matching red thigh-high boots. Lana was wearing her staple black midriff dress; her cleavage looking absolutely delicious as she stood next to me outside of the club. We fit in well with the aesthetic of the club judging by the line of people bursting to get an insight into the notorious club.
I didn't know much about the club - I just knew that I'd been once before and never urged to go back. I preferred the higher-end clubs like Haze, where I knew the clientele and the clientele knew me. Nobody was going to try and fuck with us in my club. I liked that security. I hadn't bothered to tell Lana that I had a knife tucked into a leather holster under my dress tonight; she needn't know, it would have only sent her into a frenzy that I couldn't be bothered dealing with. I would have preferred a gun - my chosen weapon of choice - but it was easier for me to get a knife into the club than a gun, and my knife skills were still strong.
"How the fuck are we going to get in?" I heard Lana mutter to me as I continued to scope out our surroundings.
I glanced at Lana from my position next to her, raising an eyebrow as a small smirk passed my plump cherry lips.
"You dragged me all the way here without confirming whether or not we'd be able to get in?" I scoffed, keeping my gaze fixed on hers.
I observed the colour slightly drain from her face as she genuinely looked a bit lost with how to answer me. Seeing her lost was cute.
"Follow me, dick," I uttered to her as I linked our arms and marched us to the front of the line where the bouncers were guarding the door, pushing the bustling line back into place.
"Celeste Delgado," I spoke confidently, keeping my arm securely linked with Lana's, who was stood there with a fake confident look on her face.
The bouncer lifted the red rope up as soon as the name left my mouth, Lana and I confidently walking through into the red-lit entrance of the club. My eardrums were quickly filled with the heavy noise leaving the speakers, amongst the dull chatter of the intoxicated people around us. My eyes involuntarily squinted as they tried to adjust to the dim red lighting that filled the club.
"How the fuck did you do that?" Lana yelled in my ear, keeping her tight grip on my arm as I led us through the bustling crowd of intoxicated bodies.
"Confidence," I replied, not exactly telling a lie but slightly refraining from the truth.
I eventually managed to get us to the bar that was tucked away in the corner of the club. The setting of the club was exactly as I remembered from my brief visit here before; the walls were lined with red velvet booths, most of them occupied with people dry humping each other. The general layout of the club was nothing flash or extravagant, but it fit the exact demographic that it was trying to satisfy.
