Burn With Me (updating slowly)

Chapter 5

As soon as we arrived at the Club you could already tell that Sarah had chosen the busiest and probably most expensive one out of the many that we lived near. Typical. I glare at her, my arms and left leg crossed over my right from the other side of the taxi.

Sarah, of course, is oblivious to my glare as she stares out the window, and occasionally checks her phone, probably checking her texts from her BF to see if he's there already or not. A knowing grin plasters itself on her face as we pass through the town centre and head further to the outskirts where the clubs are based.

In my peripheral vision, I can see the driver looking back at me through the rear view mirror, shifting uncomfortably as soon as I catch him looking and averts his gaze back to the road.

He doesn't look back again.

"Declan and Alex are already there," Sarah informs me, "Alex said that he'll meet us outside the Blue Flower and walk us in."

I nod along, seeing the reasonable side of Alex greeting us out there, not only for his GF but also because of the amount of drunken men and women who might use their brave and unaware drunken states to do something to either one of us.

What Sarah is also referring to when she says, Blue Flower is the name of the club we'll be going to tonight. The club is notorious for having two sections to their club, one for the more "high ranking" officials of the club and their business partners reside, which is on the ground floor. And then there's the other section known as "The Basement" which holds the dance floor, DJ, lights and alcohol. Lots of it. But what makes Blue Flower slightly different than the rest is that when you enter The Basement you are blasted with some sort of chemical, which that gives you an instant high, so when you enter the dance floor it is easier to become loose and lose yourself to the music the DJ plays. In order to keep the hype of the customers, the club will release the chemical they spray you with over everyone's heads every hour, in order to keep the feeling it gives you to stay intoxicating.

The normal citizen may not know this about the Blue Flower, but as I know Carl and he knows people from this business, so he knows a thing or two about the club and told me when I asked, after experiencing the Blue Flower the first time a couple of months ago.I also asked why they spray the chemical once you enter the club every hour and not every half or fifteen minutes. He said that because of the intoxication that you feel in the club, it could cause many of the customers to become addicts and try to steal the chemical. He also said that the customers could become violent towards other people after they leave the club if they inhale too much, especially if they have been drinking before, during and after they enter the club.

So to say I was wary of this club was an understatement. I was tempted to tell Sarah about what I knew, but I assumed Alex had a pretty good idea what the club's reputation was since he was a master in all things background checked related. The man would not let his girlfriend go anywhere near this place unless he knew that the club was safe enough for her to go.

As soon as the taxi man pulls up outside the club, Sarah swiftly pulls out the correct amount of cash and throws it towards the driver without a second glance, eager to enter the club. Somehow in her haste, she manages to grab me by the wrist, her small bony fingers practically cutting off circulation.

I stumble out after her, throwing a last glance behind me to the driver, who seems to be in a state of shock as he stares at the money thrown carelessly over the front seats of the taxi. I hide a small giggle behind my free hand as I'm hauled towards the entrance. With it's blasting music echoing through the open doors to the entrance, its warm golden light shining through the double rich oak doors from the foyer, it's title in bright neon blue lights scrawled above the doors with the last letter of its title flashing on and off in rhythmic pattern.