“Really? This was your big plan?” Eileen asks as we step past the bouncer and into the familiar multi-colored lights.
Did I take Eileen back to the same dance club we originally met at? Yes. Am I feeling a little nostalgic about it all? Oh, absolutely. But that’s not why I brought her here.
“You said you trusted me. Have a little faith.”
“I think I might have too much faith if you just want to drink our problems away.”
I roll my eyes and tug her arm, leading her through the maze of people.
The one nice thing about growing up in the same neighborhood that I live now is that I’m privy to all sorts of random information about the places I frequent. One of those big bits of information is that this little nightclub used to be a community center. Although a lot of it was rebuilt and torn down…
“Still here! Perfect,” Eileen watches me as I squeeze behind a small staircase and knock on a door labeled ‘Quiet Room.’ When nobody answers, I push open the door, letting us both in.