Much to my relief because if Lizzie had brought me to a ***** bar, intentionally or non-intentionally I would of had to start having words about these surprise nights which she kept arranging for me.

Lizzie brought me out of my thoughts by handing me a suspiciously pink drink. I look at it and sniffed it dubiously.

Whats this?

Lizzie took a sip of her equally unsettlingly blue drink and smiled, I don’t know if she was trying to prove that these drinks were edible or if she was clinically insane.

Theyre cocktails, go on try it theyre really good.

Coming from the person who drank a pint of thick brown gunk before we came out. I said sarcastically, arching my brow as I took a sip.

I licked my lips, tasting the soft peach and tangy cranberry, with the after taste of Archers and Tequila laced in to make a successfully tasty, but equally deadly drink. I had to admit it was good, but I was very uncertain about Lizzie drinking such a delectable drink as she would just drink it like fruit juice and only realise whilst crawling along the floor at two in the morning just how much alcohol had been in it.

Oh Trix, you are going to have a good night tonight even if you are ***** bent on bringing the mood down to your low level. Lizzie said, searching the selection of people for any potential bate.

Trix, is it me or is this club slightly different from the usual?

I think it could be either a ***** bar or a very accepting of eclectic life styles bar. I said tactfully, not wanting to have my nose broken by any scary ***** that might take offence.

Lizzie turned to me, an evil glint in her eye.

What? I asked, slightly paranoid.

You know who might be here? In a new, trendy and potentially ***** bar?

I looked at her blankly, searching her eyes for an answer to her question.

Who?

Lizzie sighed extravagantly, disappointed in my lack of imagination.