“It’s so hot in here! And loud!” I yell over the bass-boom of the music, vibrating along my skin like a second, third, fourth heartbeat, making even my hair follicles vibrate.
I’m already starting to regret this decision, and honestly, I don’t recognize any of the music.
L’Arsenale usually has themed nights, if I remember what Izzy’s told me, and since it’s a Thursday night, we’re headed back to the "90s, and honestly I don’t remember any of these songs being re-played on the radio as I was growing up.
Izzy is already half-dancing as she walks us down the back hall, bringing us through the bowels of the building and showing us to her bouncer friend, Callum, who then escorts us inside without a single word being said.
And that says something, obviously.
Our coats are checked, and Noah
