I pushed through the crowd and deafening music until I reached the counter.
“What may I offer you?” The attendant asked me with a smile, but I simply reached into my bag and brought out a black card.
I placed it on the table, and when she picked it up, she gave me a look from head to toe before she asked. “Identity please?”
“Olivier Vaughn.”
“First timer?”
“Yes.”
“Come with me.”
I followed her through a corner until we were in another part of the bar that was not bustling with music, people, and sweat. She knocked twice on an old door that looked like it was about to fall off its hinges, then she pushed the door open and poked her head in.
“New customer, Olean.” She announced, then opened the door wider to let me in.
And then she disappeared, leaving me to go in by myself.
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