>>10381680>>10381692>>10381703Amy tips the valet and hands her the keys to the Lambo, "Take her around the block if you like but no scratches, okay?". The valet beams with excitement and waves over one of the two doormen who immediately escorts Amy past the jostling queue of people waiting to be let into Club Xtacy and straight to the entrance. The head doorman is a same man Amy had encountered when she'd blagged an audience with Cassie Kade, this time however there will be no confrontation as he wordlessly steps aside and allows the young woman to enter the nightclub.
Amy scans the area and immediately identifies the four drug dealers working the room, she makes a beeline to the bar on a course that takes her out of paths of all but the least intimidating dealer who she politely dismisses as she orders a rum and coke at the bar. She watches the mans hands carefully as he makes the drink and slides it across the bar on a napkin, as Amy tries to hand back some cash the bartender refuses, "Bosses orders, Ms Atkinson".
Amy thanks the bartender, she'd have to thank Cassie Kade too. As she gazes across the room her eyes are immediately drawn to a tall woman in a red dress sitting alone at a table. The outfit screams confidence but her posture says 'first timer'. When you've worked bars and clubs you develop a sixth sense for dealers, troublemakers and first timers, the latter are especially noticeable if they come in sober. This girl clearly came here for something and Amy is keen learn what that something might be.
As she walks towards the woman in the red dress Amy sees a woman in a green dress walk over and take the seat next to her. "Who wears a hat like that to a nightclub?" Amy mutters as she observes the two pint glasses in her hands. "Great, a bloody lesbian".
