Chapter 6

Thirty minutes later they were in a long line waiting to get inside the club. A bouncer was at the door checking I. Ds and coordinating the line. 

From outside, the music drifting out from the club was at a low ebb, but what it lacked in sound it made up in color as the building was caked in an ever-changing light and on top of it read 'Seven Dials' in bold letters. 

Cars pulled up at all angles, people arrived geared up in party clothes. It was a busy night, even for a Thursday night. 

Paige turned to Naomi. Her nerves getting the best of her. She was wearing a red gown which had most of her back on display, a little slit on her thigh, and on her legs were a pair of killer heels which propelled her height, so she was almost as tall as Naomi. Her blond hair had been pulled down to rest on her shoulders and her face contained minimal make-up, aside from her lips, which were really glossed up. 

“If I go in there and I get real nervous, or Go