Party pooper on the other side didn't like that. "We're here." Rohan opened the door and yanked me out.

That won him zero points with Brickie and the security trio, since Samson scooted out, hot on our heels, causing the other four to scramble after us like Keystone Cops from those old silent movies that I'd seen in a film studies class during my brief university stint.

I looked at the nondescript club. More of a warehouse really. Despite the line of sulky beautiful people ...