Incubus

Chapter 11

Going to a club wasn't what I usually spent my free-time doing, and that became evident to me as I realized that I didn't have any appropriate clothes for a club. I checked the clock in my room and saw that I had sixteen minutes to throw something together that wouldn't disappoint Emmalyn completely.

I wasn't entirely sure if Emmalyn's true purpose of going to the club was to pick up guys or simply for the sake of having fun. If it was the latter, I knew she would expect me to try to look good. I sighed as I gazed at myself in the mirror. The bags under my eyes made me look tired and unapproachable and it usually worked in my favor. I laughed dryly and pulled out my makeup bag to add some life to my face. 

As I dashed down the stairs, I realized that I had no idea where this new club even was; I didn't even know what it was called. I remembered Emmalyn saying that it was down the road from where I lived, but Emmalyn usually tended to be misinformed about many things. Perhaps asking for directions would be the best plan instead of marching out by myself and getting lost.

After five minutes and asking three different people for directions, I walked up to the entrance of a club with a gleaming sign that said "Allure". It was completely full inside, I could see that without even going in. The music throbbed through the doors and vibrated through my bones. My biggest challenge now would be to find Emmalyn in this mess. The best option would've been to stay outside and see if she had even arrived yet since she lived farther away than I did. But I was drowsy from my long day, and common sense wasn't something that I currently possessed.

Opening the doors, booming dubstep music blared so loudly I had to cover my ears. The atmosphere was crazy. Some guys were banging on their bongos in time to the beat of the music on the far side of the room. Everyone was dancing, drinking, or heavily making out with each other. I could barely push myself through the crowd. 

I figured that the best place to wait for Emmalyn was at the bar. That way, I could look out over the entire dance floor and simultaneously keep my eye on the entrance, even with all of the strobe lights that made me feel slightly dizzy. I finally pushed my way through the crowd waiting at the bar and leaned against the counter. Looking out over the room, I saw a stage with the bongo players and dancers. The DJ stood on a smaller platform over the dance floor, and the line to request for music seemed to snake through the entire club.

I turned around to get a drink, but the bartender was preoccupied with trying to serve what seemed to be fifty other people in a twenty-foot radius. In case he did come over to me, I didn't want to annoy him with not having a choice picked so I decided on a vodka and tonic.

After ten minutes of waiting for Emmalyn, I got a little tired and annoyed. Perhaps she was out in front of the doors, waiting for me, or she was somewhere in the crowd, dancing with someone, having completely forgotten that she was supposed to meet me here. That wouldn't be the first time that would've happened. The strobe lights weren't helping visibility either, I was getting frazzled by too many things at once. I tried to see if I could make out any faces, but it was too dark in here. How was I ever going to find anyone, let alone the exit in case I wanted to leave? It started to dawn on me, that perhaps coming here wasn't a good idea after all, and that coming inside the club was an even worse idea.

I started to make my way through the crowd, trying to resist the pull into the vortex of the dance floor. I felt unwelcome hands grab me and had to bat them away repeatedly. I hated this. Deciding it was maybe safer to walk along the walls, I pushed my way through farther.