Aimee and Connie got inside the place . Revealed the sophisticated lounge that blends modern luxury with medieval atmosphere. The bar glowed with warm golden light, crystal glasses catching reflections from the backlit shelves lined with rare liquors. She had forgotten that her friend was not just her goofy bestie but a rich one, an elite. Ofcourse, this is what she meant with 'club'. This place is so beautiful.
Aimee was expecting a decent bar that looked like a den full of free-spirited youngsters and people. But the place has only a few people sitting comfortably and having a good time, while some seemed to be in their own world.
"What are we-"
"There! Lets go Aimee!" Connie grabbed Aimee's arm and pulled her toward an empty table in the corner. A low, elegant curved glass wall surrounded and partially separated their spot from the other sets of tables.
Two empty tables away from where they settled, a larger table was set where groups of people, mostly men with some women could be seen enjoying themselves. They might be celebrating something, thought Aimee.
"Aimee there he is!" whisper-shouted by her friend. "He is sooooooo handsome!"
"Where? i couldnt see him Con, there are many bachelors there which is the ogre who caught your eye." Con chuckled at what Aimee had labeled her prince.
"Pftt. He's not an ogre hahaha, Well if he is, he sure has handsome ogre friends with him. Oh my!" Connie exclaimed while tugging her friend arm. Aimee looked at where her friend's looking, it was a guy wearing a sleek loose -fitting collared shirt. "Damn, seeing him Aimee makes me want to do all the erotic scene with him, those I only ever read about in books!"
"Should I pour this bucket of ice on your pant Con! Are you hearing what you're saying, you have gone mad" Aimee sighed. This is her friend and she's always been like this, but though being provocative they both have never done anything close to it.
"Come on pick one, so that I wont just be the only one admiring someone from afar" Aimee's eyes widened at her suggestion as if they were to pick ice cream flavors.
"What are they? flavours?" Aimee chuckling. "Well, its just for tonight as if we'll see them again after this."
Aimee scanned the room, looking for someone who she could relate to black forest flavor, she laughed internally. Her attention darted to the entrance where three young men and a woman who looked utterly beautiful entered the place. She have never seen people this refined and effortlessly appealing, their very presence drew everyone's attention to them. The girl had red hair similar to the man beside her. They walked two or three steps ahead of the other two behind them. One wore a smirk, as though he had seen something amusing, while the other, who had hair as dark as charcoal, carried an aloof expression, barely bothered by the countless eyes fixed upon him.
He was strikingly handsome, with sharp, sculpted features that gave him an effortlessly commanding presence. His jawline was clean and defined. The soft disarray of a few strands against his forehead only enhanced the sharp angles of his face.His neck was especially alluring, long, toned, and subtly defined. He's wearing an onyx band collared buttoned-down shirt. He's like a black forest icecream that looked refined and dangerously indulgen- wait,what! Aimee blinked as she felt herself drooling internally already.
She saw the clique walked to a slightly raised platform where plush leather seats were set around the polished table. Before her eyes lingers more, suddenly the bar server popped out of nowhere in front of them hindering the view.