weasel your way right into the club?

“Guess we better hop in line, huh?” It could take a while, but your gut tells you listening to the rules would be best with an overgrown ape at the door.
Noir raises her eyebrows at you and tugs you at the door. “Noir! What’re you doing!?” you whisper, but she shushes you quickly.

You‘re soon at the head of the line, the big gray gorilla with a suit coat yanked around his beefy shoulders, “Gus” printed over his nametag neatly. He lets out a quick little snort that saps your nerves pretty quick (you saw Who Framed Roger Rabbit? after all), but Noir seems undaunted.
“Backa thuh line,” Gus grunts with a wave of his burly arm, though his beady eyes linger over Noir a bit.
“Oh come ooooon,” she urges coyly, folding her hands in front of her around her belly. It makes her arms squash her breasts together in a way that fails to go unnoticed by either you or Gus. “We’re friends of the owner. We just needed to pop in and say hey while we‘re passing through.”

Gus the gorilla snorts a little thoughtfully, looks at a clipboard on his person, then back at you two. “How d’ya know Miss White?”
“Oh, Cathy?” Noir laughs, clearly bluffing in hopes that the ape doesn’t know his employer’s first name. “We go way back. Were raised in the same part of the pet shop, you know. Best of friends.”

Noir looks up at the still puzzled primate. “Pweeease? We’ll be really quick,” she promises with a pout.
“…..gruh,” Gus grunts plainly, pulling aside the velvet rope and letting you two in. You wait until you can hear distant thumping beats down the darkly lit hall and whisper to Noir.
“That was goddamned amazing.”
Noir giggled. “Really? You so surprised that a pretty face can get you just about everywhere?”
“Pretty as yours? Not really,” you flatter shamelessly. You kiss her fuzzy cheek, enjoying Noir’s adventurous side. You’ll have to make sure to traverse the night with her plenty over your time together.