A Night Out at the Club

It's been a long, hard week. Your job sucks, your boss is a dick, and worst of all, you have to come home to an empty house at the end of it all. You always thought that by this point in your life--mid twenties with a stable job and a bright future--you'd at least have had a few girlfriends, and yet, you find yourself still single. It's not that you aren't attractive, you just haven't ever found a way to approach girls. Well, you decide, tonight we are going to change that.

A coworker had mentioned something about a new club opening up in town. You're not much of a club goer, but you have to do something to get out there. You put on your best outfit--a pair of nice jeans and an ironic t-shirt--and hit the town.

It's not far to this club, and you wonder why you hadn't noticed it before. Could it really be that new? You take a deep breath and head inside. The music hits you immediately. How do people concentrate with it so loud? You shake your head and look around. The only thing you see is a dark stairwell headed down. The music seems to be coming from that direction, for all you can tell. Well, you came this far, might as well head down.

The stairs are dimly lit, and they seem to take forever, though it couldn't have been more than a minute. When you finally get to the bottom, you see a door. The sign on the door says "Devil's Lounge", the name of the club. You take a deep breath, and head right in.

Upon entering the room, you are momentarily taken aback. You've never really been to a club before, so the atmosphere is overwhelming. There are people everywhere, the lights are going crazy, and you can barely hear yourself think. You take a moment to gather yourself, and then head deeper inside.