[ Jess barges to the front of the line and doesn't have to say shit to the bouncer, who must have her description under the VIP list. gross. she regrets not busting the lock on the back door, that regret compounding into grief-life remorse as she enters the club and takes it all in. wow, she could not hate this place more. is that window up there his office? christ alive. was basement ever the right call.
wherever he is, someone will give him the heads up that his guest's here, or at least a chick in jeans who doesn't seem down to party and is kind of killing the vibe in here do we escort her out or...? Jess stalks the perimeter and ducks into the first restricted door. someone else on the payroll steps aside, her glare stopping him short of opening the door for her.
ah, sweet concrete. thank god. she heads down the stairs to scan the stock for a liquor strong enough to get the taste of Paradise out of her mouth. ]
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[ Jess barges to the front of the line and doesn't have to say shit to the bouncer, who must have her description under the VIP list. gross. she regrets not busting the lock on the back door, that regret compounding into grief-life remorse as she enters the club and takes it all in. wow, she could not hate this place more. is that window up there his office? christ alive. was basement ever the right call.
wherever he is, someone will give him the heads up that his guest's here, or at least a chick in jeans who doesn't seem down to party and is kind of killing the vibe in here do we escort her out or...? Jess stalks the perimeter and ducks into the first restricted door. someone else on the payroll steps aside, her glare stopping him short of opening the door for her.
ah, sweet concrete. thank god. she heads down the stairs to scan the stock for a liquor strong enough to get the taste of Paradise out of her mouth. ]