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>SLIP INTO THE BACKROOMS UNDETECTED… SUCCESS
As you and Jane weave through the crowd, you grow more and more pissed off. You’re tired, you need a fix and your body knows it, you got a headache from these fucking strobe lights and awful music, and that Carlos prick blatantly just ignored you. You want to go back to the bar, knock back another shot of Beam and just start shitting all over everyone here, Carlos especially, but then a wiser, calmer part of yourself wins out. Breathing deep, an idea starts to take root in your mind. You’ve seen several unmarked doors against walls in this place, and several more that had that EMPLOYEES ONLY sign on them. Why bother bullshitting some rent-a-cop or some punk kid when you can just go straight to the source?
Still though, this is a bit of a risky move, and since all Jane had to do was get you through the door, you tell her “Hey Jane, it’s getting kind of late, why don’t you head on home?” She looks at you and sputters “Wha- What? Why? Wait… You’re about to do something stupid, aren’t you?” Damn, this girl knows you better than you thought. Still though, your mind is made up. You don’t want to drag another young girl into your bullshit. Not again. You smile, “No, of course not. This has been a bust, I’m just gonna grab a drink and head home myself. No need for you to stay up all night. I’ll call you tomorrow, alright?”
For a moment it looks like she’s about to say something, before she sighs and looks away, saying “Fine. Just… Be careful, alright? I’ve heard some things about the people who run this place.” Laughing, you say “Unless they’re spiking the drinks or something, I think I’ll be fine. See ya later, Jane.” And with that, you walk off into the crowd, not looking back. It’s for the best, this next part only you should do. And besides, if you get caught they’ll probably just throw you out on your ass at worst.
You wander through the club for a bit before you see one of those EMPLOYEE ONLY doors next to the stairs leading to the private booths, and then as casually as possible, you saunter up to it and lean against the wall, making a show of lighting a cigarette and scrolling through your phone. Now you just gotta play the waiting game…
