Friend-Zoned (Friend-Zoned 1)
Time to get our dance on.
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It’s 11pm and still no sign of Tina or the girls.
Damn it.
I really hoped she would use the VIP passes I gave her. I owe her big for NT3 Advertising sponsoring us and I hoped to share some of the fortune, which she helped me get, with her and the girls.
I’m up in the security room scanning the monitors for any sign of them out the front. I’m just about to go back in the club when I spot Nat on the monitors. They’re lining up with the regular club goers. I didn’t explain they could walk right in.
I’m such a putz.
If I don’t send someone to get them they’ll be waiting there all night. I call Max on his cell and tell him to get the girls so they can actually enjoy their night rather than spend it lining up out the front of the club.
I’m actually looking forward to seeing Tina outside of her comfort zone. She doesn’t look like the kind of girl who goes clubbing regularly. I hope she’ll loosen up and have some fun tonight.
In fact, I’ll do anything to make sure she has a good time tonight.
***
The girls and I are lining up, waiting to get into The White Rabbit.
The line is long. And I mean long! It’s almost two blocks down the street. I don’t think we’ll get in any time before 1am.
Well, that’s what you get for trying to be ‘fashionably late’.
Shut up, brain.
I have my back turned to the street, rubbing my arms for warmth.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” I turn and Max is smiling at us. He asks, “What do you chicas think you’re doing with all the regular folk? You’re VIPs!” He offers his elbows to Nat and I, we take them and the girls follow as he walks us to the front of the line.
Some of the waiting club-goers groan and a smiling Natalie struts passed them like a peacock and boasts, “Yeah, that’s coz we’re VIP, bitches!”
As we approach the front of the line, we’re greeted by a huge African American man. He’s bald and looks badass. Max fist bumps him and presents us to him, “B-Rock, these ladies are personal guests of Nik’s. ” I hand him my VIP pass and he smirks at me, “You hold onto this, mami. You’ll need it at the bar. ”
Awesome!
B-Rock (cool nickname) unhooks the red velvet rope and we follow Max just inside the hall. We reach another set of double doors and Max clears his throat and smirks at us, “Ladies, welcome to The White Rabbit. ”
He pushes open the double doors and I almost pee.
My ears are assaulted by loud R-n-B music which fades into loud Pop music.
My mouth hangs open as I follow Max into the first floor of the club.
This place is unbelievable!
I always thought The White Rabbit was a strange name for a club until now. It all makes sense.
Max takes my hand, I take Nat’s hand, she takes Mimi’s, and Mimi takes Lola’s hand. We form a mini snake. He leads us into the main club area. There are booths all around the edges of the huge room, there isn’t a spare seat in sight. You have to walk down four or five steps to get to the dance floor, which is packed full. The outer rim of the room is higher than the dance floor. The dance floor is retro tiled in black and white.
Max leads us to the bar and I’m actually dumbstruck by how awesome this place is.
There are waitresses walking back and forth from booths to the bar and they are all wearing costumes. They wear a short light blue and white pinafore dress with puffy sleeves, thigh high white lace stockings with garters, and four inch white maryjane heels. They also wear long blonde wigs with a light blue bow tied atop their head, false eyelashes, pale makeup, and bright red lips.
Get it??! The White Rabbit is an Alice in Wonderland themed club!!! So freaking awesome!