Rightfully Mine : The Pride Of A Man

Chapter 2

(Just thought I should specify that this book does change from first person to third sometimes just incase anyone noticed and thought it was by accident or written messily lol)

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As the girls were finally through the entrance, they walked through feeling sky high ready to officially start the night.

The entrance to the club was a long, dimly lite hallway. The walls were black crushed wallpaper and magnificent gold mirrors lined along them, then just as you turn to walk down some steps was a red neon sign written 'Welcome go hell, enter at your own risk.' It made the excitement even more alive having this dark and scary vibe.

Walking down there wide black glass stairs, from this view you could see the whole club floor and all it had to offer. No expense had been spared in the design.

What grabbed their attention first of all was another red neon light which spanned across the back wall of the club, reading 'Dance with the Devil.' It was a scary sexy club brimming with booze and beautiful people.

The music played with ferocity, pulsating the sound through every individual here.

Off to the sides we're champagne gold velvet booths with black sleek tables with groups of people sitting and clinking their drinks to the night that held uncertainty.

There were two bars, both opposite ends to one another. They were black marble with hints of grey giving it that cracked effect. Small round stools sat opposite, matching the same deep red velvet material of the booths. Behind the bar, plastered on the wall, the theme of red neon lights continued this time staying 'cheers to being in hell'.

There were ten bartenders on each side, all nice to look at. They were all wearing the same black tops with a red print of devil horns on the back. They were all busy making countless drinks for the sea of people that stood by them, but they were doing a good job as people 'owed' and 'awed' at each sip and drifted into the deeper darkness of the club.

The main attraction, however, was the large dance floor with a DJ prompted up on a very high circular stage right in the centre of the lite up dance floor which reflected onto the mirrored ceiling above it making the whole club flash in colour. Above him was a colossal, black chandelier that hung in all its glory.

There was a gold elevator right beside where the booths were with a security guard by it, and that was when they noticed black swirly railings above there heads that must of been a VIP level where people could look down upon the dance floor from a more private section. This club was truly one of a kind and had to be the sexiest one both girls had ever been in. They squealed in delight as they took it all in.

They headed straight to the closest bar-of corse! Cora thought to herself 'I've already lost 2 grams of coke, I'm not looking to continue the night sober!'

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Emma demanded 'eight shots of vodka and two cosmopolitans please!' The bartender flashed her a white smile and got to work as she said 'and a tall glass of you sir!' I laughed at her immature humour then laughed even more seeing her go bright red realising he had heard her. 'coming right up gorgeous' he said winking at her as he served the drinks.

Before Emma had a chance to advert her attention away from the mysterious bartender, I had slammed down 8 empty shot glasses on the table one after the other in the matter of seconds. I winced as the burn hit me again and again. I stuck my tongue out cringing at the taste. 'Whoa! Oi yah yah. Strong.' I looked to see Emma looking at me with a 'really bitch?' face.