Y/N's POV
"Please state your name." The bouncer said.
"Y/N Y/L/N. I'm on the list. I promise. " You smiled and played with the strap if you black, small purse.
Your outfit was simple, a red dress that flowed out just around your waist and the straps in a boxy formation. You piled on some gold jewellery and some place pumps. Your hair was in a neatly styled bun and you wore light makeup.
The bouncer looked at you and unhooked the rope from its place. "You're in. " he nodded with a slight grin.
"Thank you!" You said cheerfully. You walked through the door, but was stopped before you actually entered the building. "Hey, kid. Be safe. There are a lot of celebrities here. They can get kind of crazy. "
You nodded your head and walked in through the door. You was greeted by your best friend, Grace.
"Hey babe!" You said cheerfully as you took in her black and orange dress. She paired it with black heels and styles her hair in curls that set down on her shoulders.
"Hey!" She replied.
You went to the bar and ordered a few beers. Because this was such a big party, they didn't even bother carding people. A few beers later Grace got this idea to go dance on the floor. "Let's do it!" You agreed.
You stepped on the floor and started dancing. Grace ditched you to go dance with some other guy so you were left alone.
"Hello love. You look nice tonight. " Said some really cute guy with an Irish accent.
"Thank you." You replied awkwardly.
"Wanna dance?" He asked.
"Sure. "
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After dancing for a bit he suggested going to the hotel across the road. You crossed the street and entered the building.
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