𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐎𝐔𝐒 | Anne Hathaway (gxg)

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Y/N

wheres that club?

im not going if its crowded

girl

what happened to hi?

you worry too much

*address*

My driver's headlights reach my peripheral vision, forcing me to look up. I leave her on seen, scoffing at my inability to contain myself around pretty girls. Did I seriously accept an invitation from a fan to go to a club? Am I seriously that lonely? Don't even answer that.

Entering the car, I send the location to Jacque and it turns out to be a short drive, a small seven minutes from where I last was. The air started to get thicker, and it felt as if the car was getting crushed slowly in each direction as the seconds passed by. If I didn't act like it, the regret was apparent on my face.

Knowing that I shouldn't even be here, I open the car door and approach the club's entrance. The lights only found their way out from the main door, as there were oddly no windows at all. The music, though, could be heard from every direction, and the addicting bass thumped hard in my chest, possibly warning me of the decision I was about to make. Two bouncers look at me, then nod in approval. I guess being famous has its own kinks.

I'm finally inside the club, immediately noticing the waiters rushing around trying to serve all the drinks and food while most were still sat at their tables. It was only six thirty, and more people would start coming in a few hours. I look around and find a seat at the bar, waiting for the bartender to come closer so that I can order.

"Well, Y/N, enjoying 21?" The bartender asks after she wipes the table and looks up at me. I've gotten used to people knowing my name, but it felt weird that it was being used so casually without me introducing myself. The club, Club 21, was still a bit empty, and the DJ was playing known R&B songs to fit the vibe. It was honestly not bad. "Party hasn't started yet," I shrug, "shot of gin, please." The girl nods and hands me one almost immediately. She must've been working here for a while to be so casual with a celebrity as famous as me.

"So what brings you here? Italy?" Her accent was more prominent than the girl that I met hours before, and I could tell that she was genuinely interested in knowing why I chose Italy out of all places. She doesn't know that I didn't. I had to pause to think of a good answer, one that seemed realistic and good enough to please others that she might tell. "Inspiration."

"Bullshit." She says immediately. Yeah, a couple of years working here for sure. I don't know what to say next, and I relax into the chair, finding tranquillity in the chill music. Besides the comfort of seeing other celebrities being so casual, I felt so awkward. Usually, I'd be up for a dance or I'd approach a random girl, but for some reason, I didn't have the slightest urge to do anything of the sort. Maybe I should've come a little later.

Surprisingly, I see a few familiar faces; this club seems popular with celebrities and the rich. Most wore something casual, looking to meet new people and start conversations. Others put on flashy dresses and revealing shorts, looking for a one-night stand. I stood out as the third option: casual clothes that would hopefully still attract someone I can bring to my hotel room tonight. I down the gin; its violent tang attacks my throat and nose, but I keep my head held high. I smile at the bartender, "Another one."