The two cars anxious cars eventually stumbled across ‘The Aquarius’, with a mixture of trepidation and excitement.
It was set in what seemed to all to be a street not long for demolition. Rows of Victorian buildings cluttered the area like rotting teeth. The owners of the club kept advertisement to a small hand-painted sign over the door and left two huge Asian bouncers to look after it.
One single, solitary street-lamp was all that lit the sinister street and that seemed a little shy in doing so. The two drivers decided to park under the lonely light, under the misconception that robbers don’t break into cars under streetlights. What they failed to be aware of is that the robbers from that part of town don’t only steal cars from underneath streetlights; they take the streetlights as well.
As they all got out of the cars they could hear the faintest beat of music and, through the apprehension and paranoia,Besty whooped with delight.
Besty was the real ‘raver’ of the group and could get high on water. His natural energy was boundless and, capped with a certain effeminate quality, many people’s first impression of Saville was that he was gay. Whether he was or not, and it didn’t bother any of them, it was widely agreed that he definitely was one hell of a dancer. This fact didn’t escape the two monsters on the door, although, as impressed as they may have been, it wasn’t in their job description to convey such thoughts.
‘You don’t have any drugs on you, do you?’ Monster-one asked the group.
‘No,’ they all replied in rehearsed unison. All then made a point of patting their pockets.
Alex had, oh so cleverly, hidden his speed in his socks.
Monster-two leaned forward, realising it was its cue to intimidate. ‘If any of you need any, then make sure you get them from the bar.’ They all nodded. ‘’Cos if any of you think of selling anything, you haven’t told us you have, we’ll…er…have yer. Cos there’s no-one around here to hear you scream.’ His left eye twitched for a moment, as his mind asked itself if that was all it needed to say. Satisfied, it stood erect, its face lifeless, like a statue in a horror movie.
Paranoia swept across the groups’ faces. They gulped unanimously and, to another less enthusiastic whoop from Besty, nervously stepped between the two doormen and entered.