“It’s going to take hours for us to get to the front of the line,” Ashley exclaimed.

“Come on,” I say, grabbing her hand. “No way I’m standing in that huge ass line.”

We head around to the back of the building and stop at a suspicious looking door.

I knock three times quickly and two times slowly.

Ashley gives me a strange look. “I know people,” I explain.

Just then, the door opens and a huge figure blocks the door.

“State your name a business,” the man grumbles in an ominous voice.

“Eddie, it’s me,” I call up to him. He is about 6’11 and 320 pounds.

“Spencer!” His face lights up as he outstretches his arms to embrace me in a tight bear hug. “How’s it going? What’s up?”

“Ed…air…can’t breathe,” I choke out.

“Sorry. Sorry. But what’s up?”

“Oh, you know. The sky, my dad’s blood pressure, the crime rate in L.A. The usual,” I smirk.

“Who’s your friend?”

“This is Ashley. She saw the line out there and nearly fainted. Her shoesare already killing her,” I hint.

“Just come this way,” he offers.

“Thanks.” I turn to Ashley as we enter the club. “You ready for a night of clubbin’, drinkin’, sippin’, and maybe even tippin’?”

“Yeah,” she shouts over the music.

“Hold on. Let me give this to the DJ first. Stay right here.”

Before she can respond, I head off to the DJ booth. I made a playlist of some perfect songs for tonight including Buy U A Drank, Shawty is a 10, Freaky In the Club, and She Got It.

“Boz!” I yell before handing him a note and the CD. He gives me a thumbs up and I reciprocate.

The first song, Tipsy, starts to play by the time I get back to Ashley, which is perfect.

“Hey, let’s do a shot before we start the night off,” she suggests.

Kat, the bartender, automatically services us first.

“24k Nightmare?” she asks, already making it.

“Yeah. How about you Ashley?”

“24k Nightmare?”

“It’s a combo of Jager, Bacardi, Goldschlager, and Rumple Minze. It’s awesome to get a good buzz going.”