Thread: A Cursed Reincarnation [BurningWillows & Viktoff Samson]

They had arrived earlier than expected, but they also got dropped off at the back door and Kit took an extra minute to pay the driver not to mention a word to either of their father's. With nervous giggles the teenagers strolled up to the back door and Dillon swiped a key card across the security lock, letting them in. It wasn't her own, although she did have one stuffed in her purse for when she visited the company. No, she had swiped one from her father's office, knowing better than to have her own name come up in the security logs. Indeed, her father owned this club, like many other businesses he secretly had a hand in. Clubs were easy places to traffic drugs, and it was also why the mafia princess had never been allowed in one. For a father so deep within the criminal society, he sure had a few odd rules for his daughter. Alike the private school, Dillon had always been banned from her father's clubs due to the nightly drug deals. His way of keeping her safe. It was bullshit in her eyes, since she saw plenty of drug deals within the mansion. More likely it was her father's dislike of humans, and the last thing he wanted from his daughter was getting wasted at a club and bringing a mortal boy home, or worse getting knocked up. The logic didn't apply as well to her school, but then again none of those snobs interested Dillon. They never would. The back door led into the storage room, filled with crates of beer, vodka, whiskey...all the alcohol they would need in a club. The door leading into the room took them to a small hallway that led into the club itself. Dillon knew there was no cameras in the storage room or hallway, in the case someone needed a little coehersing. The second the girls stepped into the hall they could hear the music, the heavy bass resonating around them. Finally, Kit grin was wild and contagious, We are going to get so shit faced. Dance until our feet bleed! Let's just be thankful your dad's out for the week and my father doesn't check in when I sleep over at your house. We won't be sleeping much tonight! Kit laughed, We are hot, young, and ready to party Dillon, let's not waste the night! Opening the last door, the music suddenly got much louder, surrounding them and making it hard to hear anything else. Grabbing her hand, her friend dragged her towards the nearest bar, both of them getting plenty of looks from men as they past. I.D's, the bartender asked, holding open his palm as they approached. They both slapped down their fake I.D's in his hand, waiting for him to look them over before handing them back, What can I get you lovely ladies tonight? Tequila, Dillon asked, dropping down her credit card, And can we start a tab? Of course you can, he was all grins, running the card through before pouring two shots of tequila. Make it two each, Kit laughed, Please. And lemon and salt too. Coming up, he passed a plate of fresh cut lemon wedges and a salt shaker, then lined up their four tequila shots as Kit yelled over the music, Bottom's up! Two shots later they were scoping the dance floor, beers in hand. Dillon saw an open spot and dragged her friend in, instantly shaking her hips to the beat as the feathers of her skirt shook and danced under the black lights. Kit was dancing rather provocatively, her body swaying with the beat. It wasn't crowded enough yet for everyone to be grinding against one another, the night still young. Give it an hour and this dance floor will be pack. As they danced three guys came up and tried to join, but none of them looked appetizing. Kit disagreed, grinding her ass up against the tallest one with blonde hair, while her front grinded against the second blonde. The third, a brunette, tried to get Dillon to dance but she ducked out, claiming she needed the bathroom. I'll be back, she whispered into Kit's ear as she passed but her best friend was too preoccupied locking lips with the man in front of her, the one behind rubbing his groin in her ass and calling it dancing. As for Dillon she slipped back into the crowds to the bar again, leaning against it as the bartender stepped towards her. Another beer, she asked, wiggling her empty one. Where's the friend? Swapping saliva on the dance floor. She's fine, but I need more alcohol if I'm going to have to dance with some of these men tonight. A lot more alcohol. Where are all the cute boy's at?