Front of Club - Bar Hub

You drift toward the front of the club with the guys while the energy around you shifts slightly away from the chaos of the dance floor.

The bar area still feels loud, but not overwhelming.

People actually stand still here.

Groups lean against counters talking while bartenders move nonstop underneath glowing blue shelves full of liquor bottles. Girls wait for drinks while scanning the crowd, checking phones, or laughing with friends between songs.

This part of Pulse feels slower.

More social.

Probably the easiest place in the club to actually talk to somebody.

“See?” Tony says while looking around the bar area. “Way easier to work with.”

“Boring,” Rob replies immediately.

“You think conversations are boring because you communicate like a golden retriever,” Tony says.

“That’s not true,” Rob argues.

“It absolutely is,” you say.

While they keep talking, your eyes drift naturally across the crowd.

That’s when you notice her first.

A girl stands near the far side of the bar wearing a black sleeveless top tucked into a fitted dark skirt with sheer tights underneath the club lighting.

She isn’t dressed nearly as aggressively as most of the girls around her.

But somehow that almost makes her stand out more.

Straight dark hair falls softly past her shoulders while subtle makeup frames expressive eyes scanning quietly across the room. The burgundy top rests lightly against a smaller chest while the fitted skirt hugs naturally around soft hips and a surprisingly nice ass every time she shifts her weight.

The longer you look, the more your brain keeps noticing details automatically.

The smooth shape of her thighs underneath the sheer tights.

The way the skirt curves gently against her body.

The soft feminine shape underneath the simple outfit.

Nothing about her screams for attention.

But the longer you stare, the prettier she gets.

And somehow that feels more dangerous.

Your brain immediately starts wandering.

Pulling her away from the noise somewhere quieter.

Her sitting close beside you while talking softly over drinks.

One of your hands resting against her thigh underneath the table while she smiles shyly up at you.

“She’s cute,” you mutter absentmindedly.

“Which one?” Chris asks.

You nod subtly toward her.

“Oh,” Tony says while glancing over. “Yeah. She looks cute in an emotionally intelligent way.”

Before you can answer, movement behind the bar catches your attention next.

Okay.

Yeah.

The bartender is ridiculously hot.

Dark wavy hair tied loosely back.

Sharp eyes.

Tattoo sleeve partially visible underneath flashing blue lighting.

She moves confidently through the crowd behind the counter carrying drinks one-handed while barely acknowledging the guys obviously staring at her.

Her fitted white tank top clings snugly against a toned body every time she leans forward grabbing bottles off the shelves. The fabric stretches lightly across her chest while dark jeans wrap perfectly around athletic hips, thighs, and a tight ass that becomes impossible not to notice once she turns sideways.

And somehow the fact that she clearly isn’t trying very hard makes her even hotter.

Every movement feels natural.

Comfortable.

Confident.

The curve of her waist underneath the tank top.

The way the jeans shape against her ass whenever she walks past the bar lights.

The way the tank presses softly against her chest every time she reaches upward for another bottle.

Guys keep trying to flirt with her while ordering drinks.

She barely reacts.

“That bartender could ruin my life,” Rob says immediately.

“She would destroy you psychologically,” Tony replies.

“She could absolutely ruin me.”

“She looks like she charges men for eye contact,” Chris says.

You laugh quietly while still watching her move through the crowd behind the bar.

Your brain immediately starts wandering again.

Her leaning across the counter closer to hear you.

One tattooed arm brushing against yours while she slides drinks over.

Catching her after her shift somewhere quieter while she finally drops the cold bartender attitude.

Then your attention shifts again.

Near one of the side lounge areas stands a brunette leaning casually against the wall while scrolling through her phone between conversations with her friend.

And instantly she stands out from everybody else nearby.

Not because she’s louder.

Because she looks like trouble.

Dark eyeliner.

Black tattoos running down one arm.

Long dark hair falling around bare shoulders.

Tight black leather pants hug aggressively around thick thighs and a ridiculously round ass every time she shifts her weight underneath the neon lighting. The leather almost shines against her curves while the pants sit low enough against her hips to pull your eyes there automatically.

And fuck.

That ass is impossible not to stare at.

The leather stretches tightly across it every time she leans sideways laughing at something her friend says. Her fitted dark gray crop top hugs closely around a fuller chest while a small strip of stomach shows underneath the club lights.

Everything about her feels:

confident,

reckless,

slightly emotionally unstable.

In the hottest possible way.

“She looks like she listens to music that would ruin my mental health,” Rob says immediately.

“She looks like she keys cars,” Chris adds.

“She looks fun,” you mutter while still staring.

The brunette pushes herself off the wall slightly before turning sideways toward the bar.

The leather pants tighten harder across the curve of her ass.

The crop top shifts slightly lower against her chest.

Your brain immediately starts imagining grabbing onto her hips while she presses backward against you somewhere darker inside the club.

Pulling her into one of the side hallways.

Her back against the wall while she smirks up at you.

Those leather pants hugging her ass while your hands slide lower across her waist.

Jesus Christ.

“Okay,” Rob says while rubbing his hands together dramatically. “So who are we talking to first?”

The bar glows around you while music pulses through the floor underneath your shoes.

Three completely different girls.

Three completely different energies.

And suddenly the night feels a lot more interesting.

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FRONT OF CLUB OPTIONS

EMMA — Quiet girl near the far side of the bar

NATALIE — Bartender behind the counter

VANESSA — Tattooed emo brunette in leather pants

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