Mayhem - G.Weasley

19. DreamLand

Ivy didn't know why, but something told her to bring her muggle money on her trip, and she was glad she did.

They would need it for drinks, maybe entry, and whatever else they'd like.

Ginny and Ivy were the most excited about arriving at the club. They were skipping and singing with one another, dragging Hermione along.

Before long they arrived in a muggle town bustling with night life. A large building with bright neon red lights spelled DreamLand.

Even from outside Ivy could hear the pulsing of the music. It pumped through her blood, making her even more excited.

Within minutes they were at the front of the line, waiting for the bouncer to check their IDs and what not. Ivy could feel George's warmth from behind her, could feel his burning gaze.

They hadn't spoken since their "argument", if you could call it that, at the bar.

She hadn't known why he said all of those things, why he was so angry with her going over to the rude man.

Ivy didn't want to think about it. The thought of it made her a bit angry, and she didn't want to be mad with him. Not when she owed him so much for being there for her. She'd rather ignore it for now.

Ignorance is bliss, right? That's what all the people say?

Ivy was instantly greeted with deafening music and low-lighting. The DJ was playing something with a lot of bass and a sexual undertone that made Ivy want to dance.

A huge dancefloor was in the center of the gigantic club. A DJ in the front with a vast set up of buttons and speakers, bobbing his head to his own music. A bar was off to the right with a clear table top, topless male bartenders, and skimpily dressed female bartenders. Ivy observed them for a moment, not sure she'd like to be on such display for a whole night, but they didn't seem to mind.

To the left was a separate little lounge with karaoke and its own bar. Her eyes roamed upwards at a second level with another dancefloor balcony.

DreamLand indeed.

Before Ivy could drag anyone to the dance floor, she led them to the bar and pulled out her muggle money.

"Eight shots of vodka please." Ivy said after she drew the attention of a shirtless bartender. Not going to lie, Ivy shamelessly admired his muscular torso. He flexed purposefully as he poured the shots with a proud smirk.

When he was done he had nine shot glasses in front of her, one a different color than the rest.

"I only needed eight." Ivy held up the number of fingers as she yelled over the music.

The sexy bartender leaned over the bar to get closer to her ear as he replied, "Last ones on the house." When he pulled away he winked at her.

She enchanted him with a smile as she slid over the money with a good tip.

She gestured for her friends to come up to the bar and take their shots.

George and Neville hung back, claiming they needed to sober up before more alcohol.

"More for us." Ivy shrugged as she passed them out to her friends.

They all stared at the clear liquid, Ron smelled it and made a repulsed face.

"Doesn't taste as good as butter beer, but I can promise it'll make you feel good." Ivy said as she held up her shot glass.

Ginny was the only one who excitedly held up her own to cheers with her. "To new friends and free drinks."