I say to the doorman as I walk past him, skipping the queue outside. The people standing in the blistering cold have another thing coming if they actually think they are getting in. It is easier to make this look like a normal nightclub, than try and hide it. They let people queue thinking they have a chance of getting in to dance here, but they’ll all be disappointed when they are once again told that the club is full, and nobody is permitted to enter. “Evening, Sir. Nice to see you again, it’s been a while.” It has, just over a year to be precise. The last time I had been here was the day before I met, Abigail. “Sir,” he nods to Scott, beside me, as he holds the door open for us. I walk into the lightened area of the lobby, the pulsing sound of the music pounding from behind the set of doors. I can already smell the slight tinge of sweat in the air. I breathe in deeply, letting it seep into my core. I walk to the reception area to sign in as is requested. The most petite little woman is sat behind the desk, her body perfectly upright, her posture outstanding.
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