At the bar counter

"I'm looking for Lizzie, do you know where she is?". You literally shout, because the music makes it hard to speak at a normal volume.

"Who wants to know?" the woman next to you asks you before the bartender could say anything.

She's wearing long hole-ridden jeans and otherwise just a white sports bra. She has dyed her short hair partly purple and has some tattoos on her neck, arm and belly. "13" and a few roses are on her arm and underneath something else, but you can' t read it. You don't want to stare at it too long either. Above her ear, a small device is firmly connected to her head. You've seen this before on some people on the street. Maybe it's some kind of cell phone.

"Me."

"And what do you want from her?"

How did you end up here? You feel like you're in an interrogation.

"It's okay Judy". The woman behind her begins to speak. "Didn't you still have customers?"

The tattooed girl, apparently named Judy sighs, then finished her glass in one go and left the room.

The woman who had been standing next to Judy now took a step towards you. She wears short blue hair and a shiny top. Although she is standing right in front of you, you have a hard time guessing her age. She looks about 30, but she could certainly be 40. She glances at the bartender and as if he could read her mind, he pours her a glass.

"How did you get in here?" she asks, looking deep into your eyes.

"Through the door... how else..." you stutter. And you thought your interrogation was over. Dammit.

"I get it. But how?"

You look at her questioningly. What does she want from you? Since no answer seems to come from you, she tries again.

"Okay let me put it this way: there are only two entrances here. One is right over here. That's where people usually come in from when they want to get here.

But you came in from over there and that's where the VIP area of the club is. And to get in there..." she looks down at you. "...you have to possess class".

Did she just insult you? But at least now you understand what she wants from you. She wants to know how you got past the bouncer. But what do you tell her?That you lied and broke in? You wonder if she'll like that. Maybe it would be better not to tell her the truth.