Fallen (Chronicles of the Fallen, #1)

Grinning, Lisa says, "I love my car!"

Turning on the ignition, the car purrs to life, the LED lights illuminating the tan leather dashboard; the GPS map coming to life, providing the location of where the car is currently sitting; and music begins to play, Lisa nodding her head along to the beat. After pulling on their seatbelts, Lisa puts the car into drive and pulls out of the garage, onto the open road for their night on the town. The buildings in downtown Manhattan are lit up, the lights glowing in the evening shade. Building after building is lined with florescent-colored lights that illuminate the area. People are walking on the sidewalks, cars attempting to drive down the busy street.

Lisa pulls into the valet parking lot for Dance 52. The club recently opened, with Lisa’s firm hosting the PR event. In contrast to the brown building, the white letters of DANCE 52 across the awning really light up the corner. The place is crowded with people. They’re even lining the wall outside, waiting to get in. The valet attendants open both car doors, and offer hands to Lisa and Jill. Stepping out, they look around as the cool breeze kisses against their exposed skin.

"Nice ride," the valet attendant tells Lisa.

"Thank-you. Be nice to my baby now." She hands the young man a fifty dollar bill and he smiles, climbing into the front seat.

Lisa walks over to Jill, slipping the valet ticket into her clutch. Looking at the line of people waiting to get inside, she turns to Jill with a sly grin. "I've got this."

Jill smiles and nods to her friend, and they walk towards the front of the line. Lisa approaches the bouncer guarding the front door. The music from inside provides a faint beat for the line of people. "Hi, Mike. Miss me?"

Mike the bouncer turns to size her up, crossing his arms over his massive chest. His bald head shines under the light of the awning, putting the tattoos covering his scalp on display. He inhales, giving him a bigger appearance than he actually is. In a deep voice, he asks, "Miss Lisa, are you headlining inside tonight?" His voice deep, he raises a brow, then looks over to Jill and gives her a nod. She nods back, then looks at Lisa.

"I'll have some clients coming in later tonight, or so they say. I can introduce you, if you like." She smiles sweetly to Mike. He steps aside and pulls the red rope open to allow the ladies to enter.

"Make sure when they arrives tonight, they make it out to Mike and Amy. My wife would kill me if she knew VI was here and I didn't get an autograph." Mike chuckles lightly, as Lisa cups his cheek with one hand.

"You're the best, Mike." He grins down at Lisa and closes the red rope after the ladies enter. The people waiting outside begin to yell and protest. Mike ignores them and crosses his thick arms over his chest again, glaring down at the people waiting.

The atmosphere in the club is lit up in a blue hue. Light fog fills the air from the fog machines, and people move in rhythm to the music. The walls are striped in blue and white, and laser lights bounce off them in multiple colors. The club is lined with U-shaped bench seats with tables. The backs of the seats are lit with running lights that provide a light blue hue. On the outskirts of the dance floor are tall tables where people stand and lean, setting their drinks on them as they talk.

The DJ has his headphones covering one ear as his hands move across the table, reviewing music, talking to people, and taking tips for tunes. The waitresses’ making their rounds carry trays lit with a blue light. Their outfits are white one-piece dresses that come down to just below their asses. The bust is cut low, their breasts pushed up for display. Their hair is pulled to the nape of their neck, save for the waitresses with short hair. They wear knee-high white boots that give them a futuristic look.

Jill turns to Lisa. "This place is absolutely amazing!" Her face lights up, and she bounces a little in her step. The energy in the club is making its way into Jill and Lisa.

Lisa smiles at her friend, looping her hand through Jill’s arm. "Welcome home, Jill." Jill grins and laughs as they move further inside.

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