I look up at the name in neon as we approach the front of the line.
Crimson
The bright red sign adds to the ambiance that the name evokes. I have a feeling this club isn’t going to be like the ones I am used to.
I watch as most women in the line give us dirty looks as we walk past them. Most of them are dressed a lot skankier than we are. I sigh as she steps up to the bouncer.
“Hello there, darling. Can I help you?”
The bouncer is a huge, black man who looks like he dead lifts semis every day. I am expecting him to tell us to high tail it to the back of the line.
“Yep. Names Mia Cortalione. That’s Isabella Dellaco and Sofia Russo.”
She points to each of us as if the man knows us. I roll my eyes at how innocent she is. The man looks down at a list that I am sure we aren’t on, but to my surprise he looks up and smiles.
“Right this way ladies.”
He opens the rope and gestures us in. I hear curses coming from the line behind us, but I am still flabbergasted at how quickly we were ushered in.
Once inside, we are stopped by a second bouncer that places wrist bands around our wrists. As we walk through a second set of doors, the music washes over me. Mia turns and gives us a knowing smile. I roll my eyes at her as she leads us to the bar.
“How the hell did you do that?” I yell into Mia’s ear.
“I know people. I had us put on the list.”
I smile, but see Izzy give her a shocked look. I narrow my eyes at her as her shock turns into anger.
“Are you crazy, Mia?”
“Nope. Now let’s get drinks.”
She holds her arm up, the one with the wrist band. As soon as the bartender sees it, he abandons what he is doing and heads straight for us.
“What can I get you ladies?” He sounds a little flirty, but also wary.
“I want a Bahama mama,” Mia announces then turns to us.
“Whiskey and coke.” I yell
“What kind of whiskey do you like?”
“Irish, but whatever is cheapest.”
He nods then turns to Izzy who is still fuming.
Mia grins at her.
“Come on, Iz. Order your drink. Don’t ruin this night for me.”
She glares a moment more then turns to the bartender. “7 and 7.”
He nods and goes to leave, but Mia calls him back.
“Can we also get three lemon drop shots?”
“Sure thing, doll.” He nods as he walks back to start our drinks.
“What is going on?” I say as I watch him.
