The bass thudded uncomfortably in your ears, the rhythm of the club causing you to vibrate against your will. You clung to the pillar at the edge of the bar as if it was a life raft, sending silent prayers to anyone listening for a way out.
You were new to the city scene, offered a brand new start away from your town with an available job. Finding it hard to fit in, it wasn’t a surprise that you didn’t make any friends.
Your roommate, Soojin, the party-goer, had been trying to get you into her plans ever since you met. She could barely go a night without explaining nightlife in the city, stating which places to “hit up” and which places to avoid at all costs.
"Under no circumstances are you to go to Arsenic Inn,” She had warned you with severity. “It’s a hotspot for creeps and gang activity. Besides, it’s nearly impossible to get in, even if you wanted to.” Then, she would go back to her cheery self. “You should just join me at Elysian- it’s the place to be on weekend nights.”
Saying you were hesitant towards her offers was an understatement. Yet, here you were. Or, more correctly, here you weren’t.
You didn’t really know where you were. You had followed the directions your roommate had texted you to meet her at Elysian, but the destination you found yourself at had no sign outside.
You could feel the bass from just beyond the glass doors, but before you could even pull out your phone to call your roommate to check, the two bouncers at the front began to scan you up and down. After one of them brought what appeared to be a microphone up to their lips, you were whisked inside.
And now, here you were, in the dress your roommate had lended you that was snug in all the places you were uncomfortable with it being. Your phone was now on 7%, and although you were texting your roommate for help, you were getting no responses.
𝑺𝒐𝒐𝒋𝒊𝒏: 𝒀𝒐, (𝒚/𝒏), 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒕? 𝑰 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒔 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒕𝒐𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒕 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉! Peering out from behind your pillar, you made brief eye contact with the bartender.
"Um, excuse me-” You felt uncomfortable having to yell over the thundering bass. “Do you mind if I ask what the name of this place is?"
The bartender scoffed, cleaning out an empty glass with a towel. “Lost, are you?” You bit your lip, frozen at the question that seemed more than a little intrusive. “You’re at Arsenic Inn.”
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