"No" Isn't an Answer

"C'mon," Erica said, as she grabbed arm and pulled me up. "You are going out with someone else's girlfriend, but I'm going to be your wingwoman," she continues, winking at me. "I'm not going to take 'no' for an answer."

I decide that it's best not to argue. If Erica is going to be a wingwoman, maybe going out with her isn't that bad of an idea.

Erica dragged me out to her car, practically pushed me in before she jumped into the drivers seat.

We made some small talk as Erica drove. I asked her where she was taking me but she just shook her head and told me it was a surprise.

And was it ever a surprise. We had to park a block or two away, but as soon as we got out of the car Erica grabbed my hand and lead me down the sidewalk.

"But this is--" I said stupidly as the building came into view.

"I know! Isn't it great?"

I had been talking about this new club for a few weeks. Elevation was supposed to be a rather exclusive nightclub, but with good reason.

"But how are we going to get in?" I asked, looking at a rather ridiculously long line.

"A friend of mine got a job there," Erica explained, reaching into a pocket and pulling a golden card out. "She gave me this card and all I have to do it show it at the front door. We can skip the line!"

It was hard not to get excited. We marched right up to the front of the line and Erica flashed her card and the bouncer allowed her entry. I stepped forward to follow.