“Got it.” I pulled the vodka from the shelf behind me. “I need a vodka tonic, a White Russian, and two Butterballs.” “Laynie.” Sasha, the waitress working the upper floor, pulled me from my thoughts and back to my job. But rumor was The Sky Launch, which had been up for sale for quite some time, was about to be sold. No one was going to sue me for focusing too hard or long on my job. It was a place I could attach myself without worry of going overboard. The club held magic.įor all its vibrancy and life, the club was a safe haven for me. When I was there-working the bar, assisting the wait staff, attending to the DJs-I felt more free than at any other time of my day. The alternating flashes of dark and soft lights, the throbbing pulse from an Ellie Goulding club mix, the movement of sweaty bodies dancing, grinding, enjoying each other-The Sky Launch Nightclub got into my blood and turned me on in a way that I hadn’t let anyone or anything else do in quite some time. The following story contains mature themes, strong language, and sexual situations. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.Īll rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
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