The old bar turned alternative dance club was jumping when we finally got there just after midnight.
I looked at Gevona. She was an absolute knockout in a red dress she’d decided to ‘slip into’ since we had to stop by the apartment for me to change anyway. She’d primped her makeup in the locker room beforehand and slipped into jeans there that I’d thought she looked just as good in but, either way, I wasn’t complaining.
“This is unreal,” she yelled to me as we finally squeezed our way past the front door security.
The music was loud and thumping. Guys were grinding with other guys and women were all over each other on the crowded dance floor positioned straight out in front of us. Beyond them was the raised DJ booth where a shirtless guy was spinning. A small stage, presumably for a ban
