Tragic Spirit

Chapter 3

After making myself a light breakfast, I went back into my bedroom and lounged on my white, fuzzy couch. I spent several hours swiping back and forth between apps on my phone and trying to catch up on a TV series, Supernatural, on Netflix before deciding that I really longed to get out of the house. The details of last night's dream kept shoving it's way back onto center stage in my mind, as if it were demanding attention. Almost as if summoned, Kenzi promptly texted me asking if I wanted to do something in a little while. While I normally would've declined, I typed in "yes" quickly and went to go get ready. She had told me to dress up sexy which kinda made me nervous seeing as Kenzi once tried to set me up on a blind date, who end up being my very strange, very creepy cousin, Carl.
I dressed myself in my favorite skirt, a black mini, and a neon purple crop top that showed off my slim tummy well. I topped the ensemble off with some well done winged eyeliner, kitten tights, and my best heels; I left my hair hanging down to my lower back in soft waves.
At around seven I heard a car horn outside my home. Knowing it was Kenzi, I grabbed my purse, yelled a quick bye to my family, ran out, and got in Kenzi's two door mustang. The thing was about ten years old and acted like it was bound to quit at any second. It had been painted a deep sea blue color a few years back, which gave it some appeal, but not much. However Kenz saw the beauty in it and loved that car more than she loved her hazelnut lattes, which is saying something.
"Ready for tonight?" She asked, looking over at me with wink.
"I don't know what you're planning but I swear to all that is pure and holy if this is another of yo--"
"Don't worry. I promise it's not another blind date," she assured me, "I learned from last time's stalking experience."
We both shuddered at the memory. Crazy cousin Carl had decided to stick around longer than expected, "watching over us" as he had said in one of his many unpleasant notes he left in our rooms at night.
"So where exactly are we going?" I asked, forcing the memory away.
"Now that is something I really can't tell you," she replied with a sly grin, "it's a genuine surprise."
I sighed and slumped against the seat, crossing my arms and pouting slightly.

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After about forty-five minutes we pull up to an extravagant looking, three story home. Lining the drive was an orchard of beautifully blooming cherry trees. The house itself was luxuriously designed on the outside; a girl like myself could only imagine what wonderful things lied within.
"Uh, Kenz," I managed to choke out, "are you sure we are at the right place?"
"We most definitely are," she was grinning ear to ear, "welcome to Club Krystál. Lovely isn't it?"
"This is a nightclub?" I asked incredulously.
"One of the top ten; it's very exclusive."
I stared at her with eyes wide and my mouth in the shape of O.
"Thank you Kenzi for getting us into this gorgeous-ass club, and for getting us access to the VIP room." The sarcasm was slathered on thick.
I muttered a quick thanks and got out. We walked together towards the door of this monumental mansion. There were two men waiting at the door that I hadn't noticed before, which was surprising seeing as they had at least a foot on me and their muscles were as big around as my head; they were dressed in black from head to toe and the one on the right had quite a few tattoos that added to the intimidating look. The one thing that I really noticed then: their eyes. Every glance at me flashed brilliant purple my way.
"Miss," the one on the left began, putting his arm out to stop Kenzi, "I think you have the wrong door. Main entrance is around front."
"Actually, gentlemen, I know where I'm going on account of I'm not a blonde bimbo," she snapped back, shoving our passes, which were two long, thin strips with information printed in gold on both sides, into their smug faces.
"Oh, a sassy one," the one with the tatted up body smirked, his voice thick with implications, "just how I like my women: with attitude."
"Do you like your dick attached? Because if so, I'd shut my trap if I were you," Kenzi retorted.
Tat boy was quick to keep quiet and stare at the concrete walk beneath his feet. The other bouncer chuckled and pushed the gigantic mahogany door open for us to enter.
"You ladies have a good time tonight," he called out as we went down a lavish hallway. I could hear the music pulsating through the walls and floors, as if the whole mansion were keeping beat with the bass. The end of the hall opened up into a colossal space, filled with partygoers swaying their bodies under black lights and strobe lights. Kenzi led me to the right where there was a crystal and granite bar.
"Kenz we can't buy drinks," I shouted over the music.
"We sure as hell can," she slipped her hand into her purse and pulled out two wallets, "with these bitches," she flipped them open to reveal two artist quality fake I.D.s.
After getting the bartenders attention, we ordered two drinks. The balding man, appearing to be in his fifties, did not card us (much to Kenzi's dismay, seeing as that was $150 wasted on her part). We then made our way over to a doorway, which had a plaque over it that read VIP Access Only.