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“Membership.” The bouncer stopped Ellie at the door to La Petite Mort Club.
“Ah...You remember me, don’t you?” She’d thought she could smile and walk right in. They’d barely looked at the pass the last time. “I was here on Christmas. You escorted me to the stage for the Mistletoe Game.”
“We were closed Christmas.”
“Sorry. I meant Christmas Eve.” She smiled.
“I need your membership, miss.”
“That’s why I’m here. I need to speak to Ethan.” She’d rather find Adrian and tell him what she thought of his part in this but yelling at Ethan would be a start.
“Ethan’s busy.”
“How do you know?” The bouncer sure had been friendlier the last time.
“He’s always busy.” He looked over her shoulder. “Hey Richard, go on through.”
“Why does he get to go inside without showing you his membe
