The two exited the yellow Land Rover almost simultaneously. The truck was faced in way of the opposing side of the street where gigantic buildings stood. There was another night club; it must have been Latin night, because there were pure Spanish people in a long line. There were three floors, where all of the windows were facing the side of the street Khevasiah and Junya were on. There were people dancing in view of the city night life. Colors of purplish orange and red flashing lights emulated from the gala. Junya pointed at a woman who was dancing topless on one of the tables in the club.
They were too far away to see her face, but they knew for sure that that woman was topless.
Junya and Khevasiah turned the corner to approach the entrance of the
club. The Club was named Fantasy. It was a large brick building that extended
up about 4 stories. The line hugged the side of the outside wall in parallel to a
long velvet rope like aluminum siding on a house. There were persons of all
types, kinds and sizes. The rain guard over the entrance was a bedazzling bright
flamingo pink color, with a large neon sign of the street number of the club: 317.
In front along the side of the street where the club stood were various late model
foreign cars. As one parked, another one pulled up and was taken away by a
valet driver.
Mercedes and Jaguar coupes were the popular amongst the cars.
Junya and Khevasiah looked up to the front of the line. They saw that the time
was past midnight, and pretty soon they would stop letting people in the club.
"Forget this bullshit, I ain.t waiting in this line...I.m out!" A couple of
females standing in front of Khevasiah stated: the one with the bigger ass made
the comment.
"Junya, c.mon"
"Where we going?"
"We VIP up in here, we do not have to wait in this line with these regular
ass people!"
Khevasiah grabbed Junya.s hand and pushed him in front of her in the
line. Junya lead the way through "excuse me's. and "watch out.s. and got
through the crowd. The two heard comment after comment denouncing their
determination to surpass the line. Junya got near the front of the line, then
Khevasiah got in front of him. Khevasiah had gotten near the main entrance of
the club. It existed of a fine wooden door that opened out ward to the street.
There was a small window at the top of the door, enough for the tall bouncers to
see through. There was loud reggae music coming out of the club speakers.
Junya could not see because he was standing behind Khevasiah, and the way the
door was opened: it lead to another series of doors where the security searched
patrons.
A gentleman with a clipboard stood against one of the main doors with
his back against it, holding it all the way open. A couple wearing his and her fur
coats walked passed the gentleman as Khevasiah and Junya stood lay waiting for
the attention from the man with the clipboard.
"I am on the list..." Khevasiah yelled over the music.
The gentleman looked Khevasiah up and down. He was awestruck by her
beauty, but could only conceal his true emotions at the time with a half toothed
smile.
"And what might your name be lovely lady?" The man with the
clipboard responded.
"Khevasiah..."
"No last name?" The man asked.
"It should say 'Khevasiah, now hurry up, see the line is long!'"
The man started to turn up his face. He did not even have to turn a page
on the guest list, for Khevasiah.s name was at the top schedule of the persons
reserved for VIP. Even for an out of towner, to get on the VIP list for this club,
one had to up some serious dollars at the gate, attempt to sneak in while they
were in the club (and risk a beatdown), or have serious pull. Two out of three
was not bad for Khevasiah, but she did not even reach for her purse; her
connections are legit.