nyctophilia | dreamwastaken

dangerous euphoria

TW: drugging and attempted sa

1 MONTH AND 30 DAYS LATER:

SATURDAY:

8:00 pm...

I smooth down my dress, a black skater dress with puffy sleeves. I pair them with my combat boots and fishnets before adding a necklace and a few rings. Tonight, Elias has invited me to head to the club in the middle of the city, notorious for celebrities visiting them. Although I told him that I don't drink, at least not much anymore, Elias has been constantly pestering me to just go there for a few hours at least.

I glance at myself in the mirror once more, fixing up my hair before I grab my purse. I head downstairs, hearing Niki's show from the television. "Hey, I'm going to go now," I inform her. Niki just throws popcorn in her mouth, nodding her head. "Have fun and stay safe." She only says. I open the door, seeing Elias's car in the front.

He's leaning out of his window, waving at me. "Hurry up!" He shouts, cupping his mouth. I quickly head over to his car, shooting him a look. "Patience, sir," I respond, opening his car door and getting inside. Elias swings himself back in the car. I look over at his black button-up and dress pants. I raise an eyebrow. "Should I be worried that I underdressed if that's your outfit?" Elias only gives me an offended look before shaking his head and driving out of the driveway.

When we're on the road, my nerves catch up to me. "So, how expensive is this club?" I ask and Elias shrugs. "Not that expensive." I stare at him. "Give me a price." Elias glances at me with an innocent face. "Maybe fifty a person." Elias guesses and I glare at him. Elias stays quiet for a moment before letting out a low whine. "Okay, fine, it's over a hundred for a person."

I gawk at him, glancing at my purse. "A hundred dollars for a person? Elias, I'm not Kim Kardashian!" I scold and Elias raises his eyebrows. "Kim did actually come to this club once-." He starts but I slap his arm. His face scrunches up in annoyance. "I didn't bring more than two hundred and I was hoping to get some fucking dessert tonight so that I can binge it tomorrow morning," I complain.

Elias glances at me as he slows down at a red light. "The price to get in may be high, but the food isn't going to be more. At most, it'll get to like fifty or something." I glance at his wallet in the cupholder. "So how are we going to get in?" I ask and Elias's lips turn into a small smile. "Courtesy of my father."

I nearly smack my forehead. Of course, Elias would use his father for money. His stepfather is extremely rich and has at least two houses, both of them combined worth more than this entire town. Apparently, he's a famous director and movie producer, and I guess Elias's mom hit the jackpot when she met him. 

Elias's smirk grows wider. "I told him that I was heading out with friends tonight and he immediately hooked me up." I glance nervously at his wallet. There could be thousands of dollars in there and I wouldn't know. "How much did he give you?" I ask tentatively and Elias flashes me a bright smile. "Two thousand."

I widen my eyes and I stare back at his wallet. Elias notices and waves a hand in my face. "Stop staring at my wallet or else you're going to burn a hole in it." I swallow and look straight ahead, my hands fidgeting in my lap. "Jesus, Elias. If your stepfather is this rich, then how come you're working at a retail store?" I mutter and Elias shoots me a look. "Because, I like to earn my money, thank you very much." He snaps.

I raise an eyebrow. "Except this one time." Elias goes quiet and a moment later, we reach the front of the club. Spotlights in different colors shine at the front entrance, a red carpet and two bouncers guarding the front entrance. We find a parking spot and we get out. I glance at all the people heading towards the entrance with us.