The 5am Club Novels & Stories

But it was from Shay. 'Club du Manchot has a gig Friday. You two in?' Right, the whole going to a club with Declan plan. Amara smiled; Club du Manchot was usually pretty chill in terms of intensity. They had steady rhythms, restricted drug use, and areas that weren't always jam-packed with people. Drinking was occasionally a problem, but that was nothing new to clubs. "Hey Declan; are you busy next Friday night?" Amara asked. "No. Nope. I am not," he said quickly.

And, if the shadow looming at the threshold of the door was any indication, I just might have to deal with yet another intruder. Fuckastic! Like I didn’t have enough to be angry about. Just what I needed when I go to a club that is supposed to provide exclusivity and ask my shitty best friend who is thirty minutes late to meet up with me. Funny, how so much could change in just mere five hours. Five hours ago

In any case, since Zayn had already asked the question, she could only reply, “The Medusa Dames is a club established two centuries ago, and it’s considered one of the top clubs in the world.” She paused for a moment before she reluctantly blurted out the question, “Sergeant Larson, have you really not heard of our club before? The Medusa Dames can’t compare to the big four clubs, we’re not too shabby.” Having to say such a thing, Cyrene felt rather dejected. Of the various clubs, the Medusa Dames were quite famous. Still, Zayn had genuinely never heard of them before, so she believed that her fellow members would be pissed off if they were to hear about this.

“You expect me to be scared about that? If we can’t come home because you are too drunk, then we’ll sleep at the hotel next to the club. It’s as easy as that!” “Hm… okay. You seem extra excited about this though.” Amelia responded. “Why won’t I? I haven’t gone on a ladies’ night before, because I don’t have friends. But now, you’d make that happen… So, come and help me pick an outfit!” “Hmm.” Amelia bobbed and stood up from the bed and proceeded to Elena’s closet too. * The loud hip-hop music at the club filled their ears as they walked in. The dull club lights were too bright for Amelia’s eyes, so she took a moment to adjust to the lights.

“Bestie, if I weren’t straight, I’d marry you myself.” “Then I chose right,” Amelia said, twirling. “Now go find something equally dangerous, because we’re not walking into that club looking half-dead.” Amelia and Ariana pulled up in front of the Secret Liquidity Club, one of the most expensive spots in New York where celebrities, billionaires, and power players went to be seen. The bass from inside was so strong the sidewalk seemed to shake. The line stretched down the block with people dressed in their best, waiting for hours just to get a chance inside.

Sighing heavily, Chloe submitted and nodded a little, watching as her friend gave her a doleful smile before Katie stood, leaving Chloe to sink back into the welcome confines of sleep. Chloe wasn’t sure how long she was asleep for when Chloe got the urge to pee but the room was now empty and the sun was dipping down, casting hues of pinks, purples and peach through the small windows. No doubt all the girls were at the club, serving drinks or putting on a show for eager males willing to part with cash to see some unmated and virgin flesh. Chloe had grown numb to the leering looks of the males that frequented the club. Most were high-rollers with plenty of cash to burn and couldn’t care less t

Things are about to explode. It's Vicky's 17th birthday. Her parents have graciously allowed her to celebrate by going to an all ages dance club with Jimmy as her date and Amanda as their escort for the evening. Amanda assures Vicky's mom, who she has a nodding acquaintance with that she will watch over the "kids" and make sure they do not get into any trouble. To further reassure her, Amanda informs Vicky's mom that her good friend Misty is the club manager and that the club is above board and not some sleazy joint that caters to the delinquency of minors. All they would be doing at the club is dancing while drinking nothing stronger than club soda.

I jumped on my bed and checked my phone, seeing a text notification plastered on my screen. Of course it just had to be my damned mother. Who else could it be? Lyssa Hendrix, the "queen" of the mafia. She was nothing better than my father; if anything, she was worse. She was cold, brutal, and didn't care about anything but herself. It disgusted me. I opened my phone, reading the text. "You're coming clubbing with me tomorrow. It's going to be so much fun!"

Agatha was with Mickey, staying past dismissal to clean PERSEPHONE-11 while Isa took a nap in the corner. At 6:31, no visible sunlight in the sky remained aside from the faded twinkle of the stars and the occasional blink of flight-crafts. The Midnight Club made a rendezvous on the 7-11 a block away from Van Duke. Dean was there first, carrying a knapsack that contained two bottles of pink gin and a stack of disposable cups. Gwyneth came five minutes after, then Mickey, then Isaac, then Agatha, and Isa. “Yes, we’re fucking rulebreakers that’s what we are,” Dean laughed.

Lisa and the others followed Amber and Steve reached into his pocket to pull out five VIP passes and smiled gently at her and then motioned her and her friends through the entrance. “He’s hot!” Trina exclaimed when they got inside. Jade and Jennifer were quick to agree even as they gazed around at the crowded club. Music pulsed and vibrated off the walls. The dance floor was huge—and packed. There was an electric look and feel to the place. “I vote we get totally fucked up,” Jennifer said. “Good music, dancing, drinks and hopefully some hot guys.” “I’m in,” Trina declared. “Me too,” Jade said. They turned to look at Lisa.