The Anonymous

Chapter 2: Club Lights

***Warning*** This chapter deals with triggering topics necessary for the plot of the book.   Always "Say No To Drugs!!!" and ALWAYS... ALWAYS keep an eye on your drinks, never leave it unattended under any circumstances, and if you do just throw it away. SERIOUSLY.

Thank You For Reading! 

I ALSO Do NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO  "Strobe Light" by little Dragon. I just included in my story.

Walking into the main dance room, Aeon got a glimpse of the atmosphere; various colors of green and red flash and flickered each time, exposing the eccentric décor of the room. The walls had a dark metallic look to it with sheer silver curtains, draped along the side of the windows. The glass windows took on the entire view of Manhattan, showcasing the extraordinary city of lights. The dance floor was enormous, with built-in glowing lights eliminating under everyone's feet. Aeon looked up and saw people dancing on the upper-level of the club.

Asia pointed upwards, "that's why I took this job; it's great for... "networking." I sided-eye her as she winked at me.

The VIP section was called the balcony, which extended around most of the dance floor. The access pass cost 28,965 dollars. The pass included a stunning view of NYC and a rooftop area as well. People usually purchased the balcony for special celebrations. The VIP pass wasn't just about having a good time with your friends and family. The balcony is viewed as a status symbol; if you could afford to rent out the whole-balcony at Club Lights, then you were extremely wealthy, and people knew it. Videos of Club Lights, most precious guests, were broadcast throughout thousands of televisions networks and various social platforms. With that kind of promotion and publicity, even a small town Live-Tuber could become famous overnight. People were just captivated by rich people. They were obsessed with the alluring quality of having money, the fact that you could afford to live a lavish lifestyle without a care in the world, and spend an abundance of money on the simplest pleasures in life. The psychology of it all, reveals that people just want to feel special, to feel important. The balcony at Club Lights granted a selected few individuals those privileges.

 I notice a lot of people dancing on the balcony. "Must be a special night, I thought to myself." As a bottle girl, I automatically had access. Two tall muscular-men stood in the middle guarding the stairs. They both stepped to the side as I approached. The staircase had this simplistically-pleasing design to it. I slowly walked up-stairs, running my hand along the railing, taking in the aroma of the club. The spiral banister on the staircase crafted with various designs. The actual stairs looked like a dark marble color. It was too dark to tell exactly what kind of rug.

I noticed Marc looking in my direction; he nods his head in I guess, an indication to carry-on. I walked up to the group of people dancing and drinking and asked, "Is everyone good, need more drinks?." I got the attention of the brown-haired guy. He was sitting on the lounge couch, smoking a cigar with two girls and one guy.  A light-haired girl and one with dark hair. The guy nice to the dark-haired girl looked like a model. I secretly wanted his attention. 

The dark-haired guy walked towards me, but I paid him no mind, as I began a conversation with the model guy who walked over to me.

So, you work here, huh?? The guy asked.

"what your name?" I said shyly. 

Yeah, I'm—- I said as my words go up off. The guy with the dark-colored hair walked behind me and extending his  arm over my shoulders, so his drink was directly in my face. He spoke into my ear, "care for a drink? I was a little shocked at how close he was to me. But I didn't let it show. I took the glass from his hand and downed it in one spot. "Thank You! I said to him and walked away.