They took a taxi down to the club. The Somalian driver talked on the phone the entire time. Though she wasn't one to really believe in stereotypes, but she had never met anything but Somalian taxi drivers. In the taxi she checked her makeup one last time in the mirror to ensure it hadn't already smeared. Her makeup was still on par to her relief.
They got closer to what she saw was the entrance. Beautiful people were lined up outside the door waiting in line patiently. How the hell were they ever going to get in? She had faith in her sister however, she always pulled them out of tough spots. Ever since they were little Dareean had been watching out for the both of them. She had the utmost trust in her sister. Together she knew they could always pull through anything.
Getting out of the taxi, it dropped them right outside the club. Her sister linked arms with her as they walked past the long line of people to the front. Many people yelling and cursing at the two girls. The pseudo confidence her sister portrayed was terribly convincing. Pandora tried to hold her head up high when heading out, but she knew by the end of the night she would be a wreck of some sort.
“Follow my lead.”
She saw her sisters seductive ways kick in, and she let her do her work. Her sisters looks had always helped them get by. She had a thing about knowing the right thing to say, and when to say it. Though Pandora was happy that when they were alone she became her normal self. Pandora cherished the days in which her sister and her were able to talk for hours on end and laugh about the stupidest things. A genuine smile from either of them was a rare thing during this time in their lives. Though the storm had seemed to pass, they were picking up the pieces of themselves that were scattered because of their past. Neither of them would have really guessed that would be the hardest part.
They got in after her sister put a kiss on the bouncer's cheek.
"Did you tell him you would suck his dick? Like how the hell..." she whispered to her sister as they linked arms once more. She could tell that more than a few eyes were following the girls as they entered the infamous club. Pushing the black curtain out of her way she saw the neon lights and heard the blasting music right away. She was thankful he sister knew what she was doing. Pandora was never really a clubber. Being under aged sort of hindered the activity just a bit. If this what all clubs were like, they were a little bit scary. Pumping music and shifty people were all around.
“You want to drink first or dance?” her sister yelled over the music. Pandora thought for a moment.
"I can't dance without a drink, especially in these heels. You know how fucking hard it is to walk, let alone move in a sexy manner?" she grinned, finally taking lead and dragging her sister to the first bar in sight.
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Liam had already begun smiling and winking at a few of the girls that have passed by the bar. It wasn't until his cousin was there that he felt a bit pumped. He couldn't party without his favorite cousin now, could he?
“Cute outfit fagot.” he heard a familiar voice mock him. Turning around he saw his cousin starting off his night by gesturing the bartender for drinks.
The pumping music felt like his heart in a strange fashion. Though his heart stopped beating, and he ran cold, the bass in the music pumped like his heart maybe would have. His eyes scanned the dancing crowd, and for a moment he thought he saw a strangely familiar face within the mob. He averted his gaze back to his dark haired cousin.
"I'm the fag? You're dressed like an emo queer" he grinned back, taking a sip of his regular drink. It was something whisky like. Liam wasn't completely sure on what the damn thing was, only that it was good. And that was good enough for him.
“Why are sitting here?” Ezra raised one of his brows at Liam “Tired of being a part of the rich and famous.” Liam laughed at the words. Honestly he didn't know why he was hanging here. Though it was somewhat true. He was tired of being rich and famous. He didn't like the gltiz and glam of the reputation his last name brought. Though there were benefits of the high life, he didn't enjoy being feared for being connected to the mafia.
Taking his drink he walked back to their private area, plopping himself down onto the couch when he arrived there. He was beginning to feel the party in him, but it wasn't there yet. He felt he needed a bit of a...push.
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