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it makes this slut of a dress look just a tiny bit classier.”
“Hey, don’t be slut shaming my clothes, they’re not slutty… they’re empowered.”
I rolled my eyes at Lianna, she’d had one too many courses in Women’s Studies. “You told me to hurry and you haven’t even put any clothes on. Slack.”
“Jesus, don’t rush me. This may be the most important night of my life,” she held her hands over her heart and made a dramatic sigh, “The night I give Justin Lane a blowjob. You know, I’ve always thought I’d be a great groupie, I’ve just never been able to. I’ve been wasting all my time on stupid shit like, getting a degree, and working in my field. I’ve been so misguided.”
I laughed and grabbed my biology text book and flung myself back on my bed, prepared to wait two more hours for Lianna to get ready.
***
There was a line outside of the club’s door. My stomach clenched when I saw it, imagining the shame and embarrassment of being turned away, just like the group of girls I saw arguing with the big balding dude standing by the entrance. I hoped to hell Lianna knew what she was doing and this wasn’t just one of her crazy ideas. I was tempted to ask her if she was sure her boss had arranged for her to be there, but I stopped myself, I didn’t want to start an argument.
I started to walk to the end of the line but Lianna grabbed the arm of my jacket and tugged me with her, jumping in front of everyone. I looked at all the angry eyes staring at us and hoped my eyes said, ‘I’m sorry’ clearly enough.
“What are you doing?” I hissed at her.
“What? We’re going in the party,” she said edging me through the people to get to the man at the door.
“The line is that way, we can’t just cut,” I said.
She just rolled her eyes at me as we got to the very intimidating looking older gentleman who was looking us up and down like we were a piece of cod at the fish market.
“Back of the line girls,” he said, dismissing us, and I died a little inside.
“I’m here for WQPZ, name is Lianna Phillips and guest.”
The man looked at Lianna, eyes squinted as if he didn’t believe her. She just stared right back at him. God I wished I had her balls sometimes.
With a sigh he stood up and walked over to the little podium and flipped a sheet of paper on a clipboard.
“Uh huh, Lianna Phillips and guest, I got you right here if you’re really her. I’m going to need your press pass and an ID that isn’t fake.”
Without missing a beat Lianna pulled the a laminated id and her driver’s license out of the side pocket of her purse, as if she’d been expecting someone to ask for them. Maybe she was more prepared than I gave her credit for.
The man scowled down at her documents and handed them back over to her. He gave a nod to the other guy holding the little velvet rope that kept out the masses, the slightly less intimidating man unclipped it and ushered us in.
“Welcome to Ice, enjoy yourselves ladies,” he said as we passed. That guy was a hell of a lot more personable than the other bouncer. But I guessed you had to be kind of a hard ass if your job was just telling people no all night, when all they wanted to hear was yes.
We showed our IDs again to a woman working in the little entryway and were given stamps on our hands, Lianna’s was a black icecube with the number 21 on it and mine was a big neon green stop sign. That was fine with me. Whenever we got home I still had to study for Biology, and being drunk probably wouldn’t be entirely conducive to memorizing anything at all.
We walked into the main area of the club, it was huge and the “ice” theme carried throughout, with frosted glass making up the majority of all the surfaces, even the bar.
So this was where the rich kids came to play. It was nice but I couldn’t see a lot of difference between this club and any other
“Hey, don’t be slut shaming my clothes, they’re not slutty… they’re empowered.”
I rolled my eyes at Lianna, she’d had one too many courses in Women’s Studies. “You told me to hurry and you haven’t even put any clothes on. Slack.”
“Jesus, don’t rush me. This may be the most important night of my life,” she held her hands over her heart and made a dramatic sigh, “The night I give Justin Lane a blowjob. You know, I’ve always thought I’d be a great groupie, I’ve just never been able to. I’ve been wasting all my time on stupid shit like, getting a degree, and working in my field. I’ve been so misguided.”
I laughed and grabbed my biology text book and flung myself back on my bed, prepared to wait two more hours for Lianna to get ready.
***
There was a line outside of the club’s door. My stomach clenched when I saw it, imagining the shame and embarrassment of being turned away, just like the group of girls I saw arguing with the big balding dude standing by the entrance. I hoped to hell Lianna knew what she was doing and this wasn’t just one of her crazy ideas. I was tempted to ask her if she was sure her boss had arranged for her to be there, but I stopped myself, I didn’t want to start an argument.
I started to walk to the end of the line but Lianna grabbed the arm of my jacket and tugged me with her, jumping in front of everyone. I looked at all the angry eyes staring at us and hoped my eyes said, ‘I’m sorry’ clearly enough.
“What are you doing?” I hissed at her.
“What? We’re going in the party,” she said edging me through the people to get to the man at the door.
“The line is that way, we can’t just cut,” I said.
She just rolled her eyes at me as we got to the very intimidating looking older gentleman who was looking us up and down like we were a piece of cod at the fish market.
“Back of the line girls,” he said, dismissing us, and I died a little inside.
“I’m here for WQPZ, name is Lianna Phillips and guest.”
The man looked at Lianna, eyes squinted as if he didn’t believe her. She just stared right back at him. God I wished I had her balls sometimes.
With a sigh he stood up and walked over to the little podium and flipped a sheet of paper on a clipboard.
“Uh huh, Lianna Phillips and guest, I got you right here if you’re really her. I’m going to need your press pass and an ID that isn’t fake.”
Without missing a beat Lianna pulled the a laminated id and her driver’s license out of the side pocket of her purse, as if she’d been expecting someone to ask for them. Maybe she was more prepared than I gave her credit for.
The man scowled down at her documents and handed them back over to her. He gave a nod to the other guy holding the little velvet rope that kept out the masses, the slightly less intimidating man unclipped it and ushered us in.
“Welcome to Ice, enjoy yourselves ladies,” he said as we passed. That guy was a hell of a lot more personable than the other bouncer. But I guessed you had to be kind of a hard ass if your job was just telling people no all night, when all they wanted to hear was yes.
We showed our IDs again to a woman working in the little entryway and were given stamps on our hands, Lianna’s was a black icecube with the number 21 on it and mine was a big neon green stop sign. That was fine with me. Whenever we got home I still had to study for Biology, and being drunk probably wouldn’t be entirely conducive to memorizing anything at all.
We walked into the main area of the club, it was huge and the “ice” theme carried throughout, with frosted glass making up the majority of all the surfaces, even the bar.
So this was where the rich kids came to play. It was nice but I couldn’t see a lot of difference between this club and any other
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