I race down the stairs and out a back door before he can say anything. Atoms car purrs to life, driving again is nice. I press the pedal to the floor, racing to the club. Its out away from everything, figures, and nice and dark. I slide out of the car and walk up to the guard.
ID
No
Name?
Lina Price
Go ahead
Ope, total guess there. The bass is pounding, and lights are flashing. I kind of miss doing these things with Chad. I spot the group easily as they stare at me. The leader whispers something the walks towards me. I slide into the bar.
What can I get you?
Two fireballs
“Thanks” I turn to look at him. He nods and hands me my drink showing his ID.
Fake ID?
Ya
Smart
So, Miss Parker, what are you doing here
I guess you could say trouble in paradise, l
