Chapter 11- Club Trixter

We arrive at Club Trix during what seemed to be peak hour. Leo apparently knew the owner of what seemed to be the best club in New York, which means we got to jump the cue. I wonder how much Leo comes here if he has managed to be on first name basis with the owner. I guess sometimes it pays to have friends stuck in high class society.

The music was blaring loud as we stepped out onto the large dance floor. Lights were flashing rainbow in all different directions. Some of the crowd was scattered at the bar ordering drinks or flirting with the bartender. Others were sitting in the booth areas dotted around the outside.

Most of the booths were dark, I was unable to see faces. But I could see a silhouette of a man close to us. He had two woman draped over him. They were clawing at his chest, whispering in his ear. I couldn’t see who they were. All I could feel was that man’s eyes on me. I could feel my checks redden, butterflies beating willingly against my stomach.