Drio parked at the valet stop.

From the outside, Limbo didn't look like much. There was a discreet door behind a well-muscled bouncer, who was menacing any of the well-dressed patrons in line behind the velvet rope who tried to get in before they were deemed worthy.

"How long do you think we have to wait?" I said. There were at least twenty people ahead of us, and it was only 10PM.

"Fuck waiting." Drio got out of the Citroën, tossing his keys to the female valet ...