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I’m instantly hit with trance-like music. It’s like I’ve entered a different realm or something. The lights are dim and flashing to the beat of the music.
    It’s busy but not so crowded that you have to bump into every person you walk past. There are beautiful, exotic-looking females dressed in red or black fitted dresses. They must be the servers, because they carry around trays full of different colored martinis and pass them out to whoever asks for one.
    Do you have to prepay or something in order to get drinks? This is awesome, but looks so ridiculously expensive. I didn’t even get asked for an ID. I’m only twenty; I hope I’m allowed to even be in here right now. No one said anything about specific age requirements.
    I feel like I just fell down the rabbit hole in ‘Alice in Wonderland’ as I take in everything. In the middle of the club is a two story dance floor surrounded by glass walls. It almost appears as if they are in a giant glass elevator.
    Well, obviously this is why the club doesn’t seem too busy inside. The majority of people are dancing. I glance to Avery and she nods her head upward.
    Looking up toward the ceiling, I expect to see ceiling beams or maybe dancers or something. I never expected to see a silver Aston Martin, suspended from grey metal cables above us.
    This place is insane! It’s like walking onto the set of a James Bond movie. No wonder Avery loves this place so much!
    Avery yells, “Let’s get a table,” trying to make up for the loud, thrumming music. Both of the guys nod at her and I give her a thumbs up.
    Tate leads us to the VIP section. Even though the club is posh enough as it is, they still have a section sanctioned off. I walk up a few stairs, lined with rope lighting, to the raised section. The smaller area holds about ten different sized, round booths.
    As soon as our butts hit our booth, a server is waiting with a friendly smile on her face. I bet these women make a ton in tips; they are all so gorgeous.
    “I want a Cosmo, please!” Avery perks up, eagerly.
    “Courvoisier on the rocks,” Cameron rumbles.
    “We will both have bottled water,” Tate orders, gesturing to him and me, before I have a chance to say anything.
    “Thanks, but you can have a drink if you want to, Tate,” I turn toward him and offer loudly.
    “Nah, I don’t drink a lot. I like to be aware of my surroundings and stay in control of my body.”
    Hmmm… Something else we have in common. I’m sure it’s for entirely opposite reasons, but at least he’s out of dick mode from earlier.
    Avery grabs my hand and starts tugging to get me out of the booth. “Come on, Emily, let’s go hit the dance floor, I freaking love this song!”
    ‘Cracks’ remix by Belle Humble is vibrating off the walls. I love this song too. It’s perfect to move to and get lost in.
    Avery downs half her drink and jumps up out of the booth, pulling me in tow. The guys stand up with us and I pull back on Avery, peering up at Tate, confused.
    “What about our drinks? Shouldn’t we finish them first? It’s not safe to leave them and come back.”
    I’m not about to take unnecessary risks just because a couple of guys are with us. I feel a little safer that we are in a group but I have to try and think about stuff safely.
    “Don’t worry about the drinks, everything will be okay. The server is actually called a Table Assistant.” He nods at our lady handling our table. “It’s her job to watch our drinks, jackets, purses and anything else we leave behind. She will even walk you to the restroom for safety, in case you feel unwell or need a cool towel or whatever. There is a girl assigned to each table.”
    I’m impressed; what a great idea for a club to keep people safe! So many women have gotten taken advantage of by date rape drugs or being out alone.
    “Wow! That is such an awesome idea!”
    I smile at him and we make our way to the dance floors. There are a few and we head straight for the large one