. . . . . . . . Tiffany Lawrence . . . . . . .
Laurene not only succeeded in making me wear an outfit that I wouldn't wear even in a thousand years to come, she made me go to some downtown bar with her.
I dressed up in a deep blue LBD gown, even though it was the least appropriate thing to wear to a clubhouse, but my best friend wouldn't have it any other way. She tried to fix my hair but I refused. I only let her put some eyeliner on my eyes and some lip gloss on my lips.
I walked beside Lauren as we approached the big tall building that housed a number of rich perverts and some alcohol that was just gonna burn my throat and add to my problems by the time I woke up sober tomorrow morning.
At the front of the entrance were two security men. As soon as we got to their fronts, they let us in with a sly smile which I didn't give much thought about. I just wanted to go in there and get this over with. I was suddenly wanting to be inside that club so badly. It was very much unlike me, but I needed to escape everything that night.
Lauren and I sat on one of the red parlor chairs at the center of the room, which seemed to be free of people at the moment. Loud music played from the disco ball hanging off the ceiling. My eyes immediately darted around the large filled room to spot a couple of rich-looking men dressed in well-tailored suits around the rooms, strip dancers dancing in front of them.
"I'll go get us drinks, okay?!" Laurene screamed under the loud music and I simply nodded and watched her walk out and towards the bar before trying to settle into my chair. She returned shortly with a bottle of some alcohol. I wasn't sure I knew its name.
"Are we drinking the whole thing?" I asked, horrified.