there are way too many people in this club, clara thought to herself. it was nice to get out of work and let loose sometimes, but she’d always done it with a group of friends where they could book a table and stay away from everyone else while still having fun. but clara was here alone tonight, and fun was more trouble than it was worth.
at least there was alcohol, that she could handle. skirting the dance floor, she made her way to the bar, hopping onto an empty stool. the bartender turned to her, took her order, and in a couple of minutes a sweating highball glass was placed in front of her. that was something she could appreciate about this place, clara mused - at least the bartenders were efficient, even at an event like this.
she didn’t like to mix her work and personal life, but tonight was different. she hardly had a friend in the club here, and her next best friend would be her work email. in the poor lighting, the glare of her phone screen nearly blinded her when she started it up, but her eyes adjusted fairly quickly, and soon she was scrolling through her messages while sipping at her drink.
it had a calming effect on her almost immediately, and she stopped paying attention to the people around her - until someone bumped her elbow, causing liquid to slosh over the side of her glass onto the bar, and onto the front of her dress. it would dry soon enough, but the sudden cold was enough to shock her into annoyance. “what the hell?” she exclaimed, pulling away to glare at the person. “watch yourself!”
the back entrance was as good as the front, nobody was watching it and she snuck in easily through the back kitchens, finally hitting the club itself. she didn’t dance, oh god, she was terrible, but della liked the vibe it was giving off. she clearly didn’t fit in, with all these glamorous people and although she had been in vegas for two years, her demeanor was that of a school girl - she was simply to naive and innocent for this type of place.
she sat at the bar, swinging her legs like a toddler, ordering a water of all things. and sat back contently. at least she could relax and watch the crowds for awhile. she always did love to people watch. a good song was playing, too good of a song. and she found herself swaying to the rhythm. her elbow knocked into someone, sending the drink onto her dress.
almost immediately, della recoiled in horror, trying to minimize the scene of the crime. “oh, gosh, i’m so, so sorry!” she fumbled for napkins across the bar, spilling her own water in the process all over the bar, “oh, geez!” she finally swiped a handful of napkins and began pressing them onto every surface she could find.
“i’m so, so sorry, again!” she was blushing furiously. the last thing she wanted to do was draw any attention to herself, “here!” she thrust the napkins at the young woman, “i definitely did not mean to do that!”
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