Drinks poured down from the clanking bottles that whirred inside of its glass casing and onto people's cups that stood in front of them, filling them with satisfaction as swigs that turned into shots pleased their aching bodies in the nightclub. People dancing stupidly filled the air with a sense of life, almost as if there was something to live for in all of the very few years that this nightclub had been running for.

The bouncer looked around their surroundings, taking in your ID to make sure you were of age to even step foot in this what people would call, THE life of the party nightclub; the place where people can express themselves freely without having the need of being pushed around like a caged animal, like something that they aren't.

Upon your entrance inside of the loud, colorful nightclub, a young woman pushed up her gray to red gradient round sunglasses, its golden rims giving them more depth than just being considered regular sunglasses you'd find in your local shop.

Her short, sandy blonde jellyfish hair shaped her face as the steps she took were precise, giving her a intimidating but gentle presence given from her body language alone.