A loud speaker crackled and a voice boomed over it, "Do we have a group of two? Group of two, come to the front of the line."
That was their cue. Greneth grabbed Griselda's hand and dragged her to the doors, the cat eared girls on their heels. Though he expected Griselda to pull away, she didn't, and they arrived at the front of the line, her hand still in his.
The man at the door dressed in an oversized top hat and bizarre clown makeup eyed them. "Group of two?"
One of the teen girls leaned up. "We were in front of them."
The guy looked them over, then looked Griselda over. The gleam in his eyes said she was more to his liking. "Sorry, kiddies, they beat you to the door. Better luck next time. You two," he nodded to Greneth and his date. "That's four dollars each."