The Daughter Extraction

Night gone wrong

•LUNA•

Everyone's made a few wrong choices in life, right? 

Well, I've had my share of those in my eighteen years. Can't say they led to major disasters, just a bit on the not-so-great side.

Tonight felt like another one of those moments. I knew I was heading for trouble, and sure enough, it had me feeling a bit on edge.

But as soon as I stepped out of the car and saw the massive dark building ahead, neon lights flashing, and music thumping, all my anxiety vanished.

I'm not exactly the extrovert type, so nightclubs aren't usually my scene. Yet, being here sparked a bit of excitement, and I was oddly looking forward to my first encounter with a crowd of drunk and sexually active people dancing to loud pop music.

"Girl, ditch the coat," Brooke chimed in from the other side of the car.

I glanced at the bulky black coat I was wearing and gave her a puzzled look.

"It's freezing out here."

"You look like you're headed to a funeral service. Leave it in the car."

Reluctantly, I followed her advice, slowly shedding the coat and tossing it on the car seat before closing the door.

"Now you look ready to party," she said, eyeing my black mini-dress with a smirk.

Her comment lifted my spirits, and we linked arms, strolling up to the bouncer at the club entrance.

No long line, just a few people hanging around. Brooke led me straight to them, and when it was our turn to show IDs, she flashed the bouncer a flirty smile as we handed over our cards.

He scrutinized the IDs for what felt like an eternity, making my heart race. They were legit, and we were legal, yet he took his sweet time as if trying to ensure nothing was fake.

"You're good to go," he finally said, handing back our IDs.

With a small sigh of relief, Brooke and I walked through the door. Nervousness and excitement mingled in my pounding heart because everything happening right now was brand new to me.

The moment we stepped into the core of the nightclub, the pulsating beats hit me like a wave of energy.

The air was thick with excitement, and neon lights painted the room in vibrant hues, casting an unfamiliar glow over everything.

People were dancing with infectious enthusiasm, their laughter merging with the bass-heavy music.

I felt like a newcomer in a dazzling world, my senses heightened as I took in the lively scene. The dance floor was a chaos of movements, bodies swaying to the rhythm, and I couldn't help but be drawn to the carefree energy around me. Brooke, with a confident grin, led me straight to the bar, the hub of activity.

As she ordered tequila shots, I couldn't help but glance around, trying to absorb the vibrant chaos.

The dance floor was alive with people grooving to the beats, and laughter echoed against the backdrop of the music.

The bass was so loud that I could feel it reverberate through my entire being, adding to the exhilaration of the moment.

The tequila arrived, and Brooke handed me a shot with a mischievous glint in her eye. I hesitated for a moment, taking in the surroundings, before joining in the revelry with a grin, letting the newfound thrill of the nightclub envelop me.