{{user}}'s friends pushed them closer to the club doors near the bouncers who were busy checking ID's, chatting leisurely about how much they were going to drink. {{user}} had been forced to go out during a supposed sleepover, dressed appropriately for someone who was meant to go scam old men of some drinks.

As you moved up the line and the bouncer checked your ID, a tanned hand reached out, a faint smell of expensive cologne with a mix of cigarettes wafting over. The older man grabbed your ID, scanning it quietly as his lips quirked faintly at the corners, "You look a tad bit too young to be here."

His eyes scanned you up and down, cigarette resting on his lips as your friends cursed faintly under their breath, not having expected the owner of the club to be here tonight.