While he was still working on his first drink, Matt was already three beers ahead of him. So Matt decided that this called for a drink and bought a round for his two friends.Ĭhandley had planned to take it easy with the alcohol. There was really not a lot to do here yet, after they had checked out the location before everything would be too crowded to move in here. Therefore, the music was rather bad, probably the DJs personal favourites that no one else ever liked. Music was already playing, but the DJ didn’t have a lot of motivation to get anyone to dance, because there weren’t even enough guests here yet. To be honest, there weren’t exactly a lot of girls here yet anyway. The unisex toilets struck him as unusual, but it didn’t matter all that much to him, so he just went with it. Black couches were providing comfy seats around every corner and Chandley was already blushing, imagining the kind of people that would occupy those seats later into the night…and what they might do on there. They didn’t nearly reach high enough to touch the high ceiling, so there still was this constant feeling of openness. Blank walls had been set up in such a confusing way that the whole club seemed like some kind of twisted labyrinth. Not a lot had been changed in the old factory building in order to make it look a little more comfortable or homely. At least that way they could appreciate the uncommon location of the club. It had worked in that sense as there actually hadn’t been a line in front of the club…but there was equally nobody inside either. Unfortunately, not being frequent club goers Chandley and Hollie had made the common mistake of having come before midnight, so they wouldn’t have to stand in line for too long. They paid the entrance fee, got a welcome shot in return and handed their jackets in at the cloakroom. They looked only half as intimidating when they did. The bouncers waved them through, even greeting them with a welcoming smile.
At least that’s what he felt like.Īs it was usually the case his worries turned out to be in vain. If this place turned out to be shit or they didn’t even get in, he would be the one to blame. He didn’t know about Matt…but he wouldn’t have come here at all if it hadn’t been for Hollie. He’d never been to a night club before and as far as he was concerned, neither had Hollie. Suddenly Chandley doubted the idea of coming here in the first place. If that wasn’t proof enough, ‘Security’ was written in neon blue letters on their black jackets.
“And, look, I think there are bouncers over there” Hollie exclaimed, pointing at two grim broad shouldered men guarding the wide opened double door. Unless Chandley had been given a wrong address, it ought to be the correct place.
“Well, it is the right address, isn’t it?” Hollie stopped briefly to look at Matt who nodded reassuringly after shooting a quick glance at his phone. “Is this even a club at all?” He appeared to be the only one actually concerned about the outward appearance of the old factory building that was supposed to be a night club recommended by another student from his English class. “Are you sure this is the right club?” Chandley hesitated to follow Matt and Hollie.