Allie displayed what looked to be an ID, which I knew had to be a forgery. "We've got you covered, girlie. And we're going to the Neon Dragon, that cool downtown spot."
The Dragon of Neon. Why does that name seem familiar? Then it struck me. My brother was employed there. Once upon a time, he did. It wasn't all that long ago. He'd been fired for drinking on the job, which was not unexpected. However, his longtime buddy James was still employed there. If I was going to go – and I was leaning toward going – I knew I would just have to avoid the DJ booth since he knew I wasn't twenty-one.
"I've never gone to a club," I said, biting my lower lip. "I'm not even sure how to dress for it."
Allie squealed with delight, as if I'd already told her I was going. I hadn't given her an affirmative an
