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“Welcome back, Katarina,” the bouncer greets me in his deep voice.
I flash him a toothy smile. He steps to the side, holding the red velvet rope up to allow us passage into the hottest club in the city. The crowd waiting to enter makes sounds of complaint, but Mila and I don’t care. It’s not the first time we’ve cut the line. We are young, beautiful, and well-connected, and we use it to our advantage.
We walk past the entrance and down the stairs. A second bouncer greets us and opens another heavy metal door that separates customers and criminals alike from the outside world.
Mila’s eyes are immediately drawn to the DJ. He stands with a microphone in his hand and beats out a tune on the turntables. I link my arm with hers and yank her close. “Eyes on me, girl.”
She releases a husky giggle that’s drowned out by the music.
“Relax, Your Royal Highness,” she tells me with a sarcastic smile. “We’re just getting started.”
“We sure are!” I shout in her ear. “Now let’s get something to drink!”
“Drinks before dancing?” she asks with a hand resting over her chest in mock horror. “Who are you, and what have you done with my bestie?”
“Blame it on the long week,” I shout and throw my head back.
“Let’s get you tonight’s special cocktail,” Mila says, and pulls me behind her.
The two of us squeeze through the tightly packed dance floor, snaking and weaving between groups. Soon, we come to the bar. The counter gleams with wet, fresh alcohol. One of the bartenders spots me and comes my way.
“Katarina!” he exclaims in greeting, gesturing at my legs and the silver dress that leaves very little to the imagination. “Damn, girl. You’re wearing a fuck-me dress if I’ve ever seen one.”
“Then I guess I should just jump over the counter and do you,” I joke, feeling completely at ease with him ever since I found out he’s gay. He grins. “I’ve had a rough few days.”
“It’s no wonder you need to chill.”
I laugh, flashing my pearly whites. “No arguing here.”
“What are you guys having?” he asks, gesturing to Mila.
“There’s a new cocktail on the menu,” she declares in a sultry voice. “I want to give it a try.”
“I got you,” he says and winks at us before turning toward the hundreds of bottles lined up on the wall behind him.
I watch his blond head bob up and down as he works his magic. After a few minutes, he turns to us again. Mila’s black eyes are shining with excitement as she watches him pour our drinks.
His biceps are bigger than my head. Tattoos decorate most of his skin, leaving almost no room for his natural complexion. If he weren’t gay, I would’ve already asked him out on a date. Well, not on a date exactly, but the good part that usually follows a successful date.
Without saying a word, he slides our drinks over the counter. Mila and I reach for our identical glasses and lift them high.
“To freedom,” I say, meeting her excited gaze.
“To my DJ!” she cheers.
“May we never forget who the fuck we are.”
“And may we live by our own principles and without fear!” she adds.
“Cheers!”
We sip on our glasses. The sweet taste gives me a sense of delicious peacefulness.
The bartender meets my eye and grins. “Do you like it?”
“I’ll be coming back for more!” I say, placing the glass down.
“Me too,” Mila echoes, and does the same.
