The Dusk Room

The Dusk Room chapter 3

With steely determination, I walk towards the unfriendly bouncer standing beside the rope. It's just that red rope and Mr Grumpy Muscle that stands between me and that damn room. I haven't even stopped to think that I may need a password or a special ticket. I'm just walking with intoxicated confidence, hoping that it'll be enough to get us in; praying that my calm exterior will hold out long enough until I'm actually on the other side of that thick red rope.

I stride one foot in front of the other and as if by magic, Mr Grumpy Muscle unclips one side of the red rope; letting us in. Lyla suddenly grabs my arm, gripping it tightly; all the while wearing a ridiculously wide smile.

Once we are in, I can at last, finally breathe.

The VIP room is quieter with chill out tunes being played in the background. The decor is much the same as the main room but without a dance floor and a much smaller bar. As expected, the room is full of beautiful people, all preoccupied with their own good time.

"Shit, you did it, Darla...we're in. I can't believe this." Lyla is acting like an overexcited child, eagerly taking in her new and trendily smaller surroundings.

"Sshh...don't make it too obvious that we're not supposed to be in here. Remember...act cool." I tell her, pulling my shoulders back to appear more sophisticated in stature.

Lyla stands straight, her expression deadly serious. "I'm so fucking cool, I'd sink the Titanic, hun. Now let's get another drink."

I follow Lyla to the bar but now we are in here, I'm feeling uncomfortably paranoid. Just looking around the room, it's plainly obvious that we're not supposed to be in here. Everyone else just seems to ooze a relaxed confidence because they know that they should be.

"Yes ladies, how can I help?" Another blessed-with-good-looks barman asks.

"Two vodka and lemonades, please?" Lyla politely asks.

"What's the tab name?"

"S...sorry?" she foolishly stammers.

"Whose name is the tab under?" The slightly impatient barman asks, both his hands splayed out palm down on the black bar.

Lyla throws me a panicked look. "Uh...I'm sorry, I can't seem to remember it now." She nervously answers, desperate for me to rescue her.

"What group are you with?" The handsome barman scans the room, waiting for us both to point out our group to him.

"Umm...I think they might actually be in the other room." She mumbles, becoming more obviously nervous by the second.

"No tab name, no drink...I'm afraid." He arrogantly shrugs his shoulders at us.

"We'll be back in a mo." Lyla says with a forced smile, quickly pulling me away from the bar. It is then that I notice a different bouncer looking our way and looking really pissed off.

His large frame, stomps towards us. "I think you ladies need to leave. You don't have VIP access, do you?" he gruffly asks, angrily staring down at us.

"It's okay, Joe. They're with me." An unknown male voice answers from behind me. A voice that although I've never heard it before, it's one that my body seems so very familiar with.

I quickly turn to see who exactly is the owner of the deeply sexy, masculine voice, forgetting how to breathe when I see that it's him.

His serious, almost displeased face, is devilishly gorgeous.