Lucky Penny [h.s.]

7.

Penelope.

"Are you sure this is the place?" Harry slowed down his Volvo, leaning over the console to look at my phone screen.

"According to Waze it is." I peered outside the window, seeing nothing but a pitch black street, "Oh, there!" I pointed to a sign that said 'Pixies'. There was one taxi running in front of it, but its lights were off and it appeared empty.

"Alright then, looks a little dodgy." Harry muttered, parking his car a bit further before we both got out of the vehicle. The street was quiet as we walked the short distance to the sign we had seen.

"Are you cold?" Harry was already pulling his flannel over his shoulders when he saw the goosebumps on my shoulders. The nightly temperatures were warm enough but I was still a little chilly. I quickly shook my head, "Oh, no, it's okay. Once in the club, it'll be boiling either way. Thanks though."

He nodded and we came to a stop in front of the sign, seeing a closed door, but hearing music from behind it.

I warily looked at Harry, and he shrugged, stretching his hand out to open it. We were met with the smell of sweat and alcohol once the doors opened, causing both of us to stumble backwards a few steps with scrunched up noses.

"Lovely." Harry deadpanned and I snickered, "Humans are filthy. Let's go."

We saw stairs, leading down to a basement-like club. The music was bouncing off the walls, and there were quite a lot of people.

"You'd never expect so many people here, right? It's so quiet out in the street." Harry shouted in my ear as he walked behind me, and we were both scanning the place for our friends.

Dave had discarded of his suit jacket, being left in a white button up shirt, a bowtie and his slacks as he excitedly waved at me, "Penny!!" He near screamed as he leapt at me, and my eyes widened when I was engulfed in a tight hug.

Dave had clearly not sobered up.

"Hi. You're choking me." I wheezed out, my windpipe being crushed by his shoulder. He quickly let go, a beaming smile on his face and his eyes wide.

I cocked up an eyebrow, "Did you take something?"

He eagerly nodded, "Someone gave me a pink pill."

"That's... nice." I frowned.

"And hey, this designer suit, total hit with the ladies. All I have to do is walk up to a girl and tell her I'm wearing Dolce and Gabbana, and she's ready to jump on me."

"Don't get stains on it, especially not cum." I warned, pointing my finger at him.

He smirked mischievously, "Can't promise anything, Pen. The ladies love them some Dave and Gabbana."

I rolled my eyes at his horrible line as he wiggled his hips and moonwalked away from me, and I saw him heading back to the group where our other friends were too.

Katie was the only person who could pull off a backless Jacquemus maxi-dress with gold heels in a place like this, but somehow she did.

I felt Harry's hand on my waist from behind and I turned around, seeing him lean in to talk in my ear, "Are you still drunk? Do you want a beer?"

I shook my head, standing on my toes and holding onto his shoulders, "I'm sober now. Beer sounds good."

Harry quickly nodded and disappeared towards the bar while I greeted everyone else. While earlier at Steve's, I was the drunkest out of all, I now seemed to be the most sober. Out of the corner of my eye, I just spotted Niall and Zayn doing shots, while Louis was dancing on his own with his eyes closed and Liam was drooling over Katie.