Wide Awake | H.S Au

3. I'd rather get shit-faced than look at you

*Word count, around 5,2k*

TW very slight mention of sexual assault (like almost nothing but just so you're aware)

Friday

Bass, the growing sound of excited people that tried their best to keep quiet in the shadows, the slow but steady swirl in the bottom of everyone's stomach, light feet on the pavement after a few drinks. This was what could be seen, heard, and felt as we made our way down the street, drinks in our hands as we were ready for the first night out in forever.

The Sinner had been closed for a few months and it was finally opening again after it being shut down due to legal reasons, safety precautions and illegal activity such as selling drugs, gatherings during lockdown time, intake of alcohol in a setting where alcohol was not allowed to be consumed and whatever else they had come up with when wanting to shut it down.

Bullshit if you asked me, but then again, the law enforcement and the government didn't really ask me or any of the other party crazed young adults that came not only from town but also from the smaller cities around, which was ballsy of them to do cause if they'd get caught it would be an expensive night out.

The Sinner was basically a warehouse turned into a club, with one and a half stories it was literally one big room that could fit up to about 600 hundred people if it was really packed.

The main floor was the dancefloor with a huge DJ booth at the very end, bars alongside the other walls. In the back there were an elevation were tons of sofas, private booths and tables scattered around and in the far back just a bit away from the DJ, there was stairs up to the very private area. Basically, the VIP even though there were no VIP. You just had to know people, pay for access or be very lucky to get up there.

My friends and I usually were the lucky ones back then and after our fair share of visits at the top floor with private bars, lounge areas and private rooms that overlooked the downstairs dancefloors we had become known as the known people and had also formed a friendship with the manager of Sinner that to Zelda's enjoyment was an older man, maybe in his 40's that she had flirted with. She always said she had done it to get us access but we all knew she found him hot and entertaining, and I did not blame her, he was definitely one of the hotter older men I'd seen.

"Hey, keep up, we'll have to hurry if we even want to get in tonight, the status queue is filling up and they only use that for a certain amount of people. You'd think you'd be in the lead based on the shoes you wear" Izaak informed me quietly from in front of me as the others were making their way faster and faster towards the building that soon was towering over us.

It was just after 10pm and we had pre-partied a bit before leaving.

Our apartment was not far away from The Sinner, as it was also located a bit outside of the city center. With our apartment a bit further away from the city than the warehouse.

With an irritated okay I sped up to catch up with the others that had now gotten into the queue that had about 50 people in it. I could see a lot of familiar faces; everyone knew that it was no idea to even try to get in via the status queue if you weren't known by the guards.

The queue for the "ordinary people on the other hand was bigger, much bigger and even when everyone was hiding in the shadows you could still see that it was hundreds of people there.

"Holy fucking fuck, tonight is going to be wild, I bet there are already a lot of people inside" I mumble as the others follow my gaze down the queue.

I caught Zeldas gaze as she looked over my shoulder and her eyes widened before she quickly looked over at me and smiled.