Club 'Cimitero'

Ten minutes later a club came into view. It was a big black-colored building that was almost invisible, only on the top of the building was written Cimitero with big giant words that were illuminated with red lights. The 'O' was a flaming skull which made the whole building look more scary.

"What does that even mean?"

"That means the cemetery in English. People say that the owner is from Italy." Marjan explained.

The whole area was dark and calm, very few lights were on. It was more like a graveyard than a nightclub.

"What a freaking weird name! Is it a club or graveyard?" I laughed awkwardly.

"It looks like some horror film's shooting set!" Reema chuckled.

"Yeah. I was about to say that!"

"God! Will you two stop?" Marjan gawked.

Two intimidating-looking bulky men around 6'5 with black suits were standing in front of the large black wooden door. I was damn sure they were not Bengali. They checked our ID and let us get inside.

Inside the club, everything was black due to neon lights. Smells of alcohol and weeds hit my nostrils and made my stomach knot immediately.

People were dancing on the dance floor, laughing, drinking, and flirting. Bartenders were serving drinks continuously without any breaks. There was a staircase on the left corner of the room that led to the VIP section upstairs. On top of the stairs, two guards were standing all in black.

"We can't get into the VIP section. I've heard that there are many stripers and many private rooms for intimacy." Marjan spoke a bit loud through the blasting music.

"Girls let's go to the bar and try something." Marjan clapped her hands together.

"Yeah! Let's go! " Reema cheered.

"What if Mom and Granny smell alcohol on me?" I gasped at the idea.

"I brought three toothbrushes and toothpaste with me." Marjan gave us a mischievous smile.

"God! Marjan, you're something!" Reema chuckled.

We walked towards the bar. There were now few people because everyone was busy dancing on the dance floor. A handsome-looking bartender with brown hair and grey eyes came toward us.

"Hey, sexy ladies! What can I get for you?" He asked with a mischievous smile.

"Three shots for us," Marjan ordered with a shy smile.

"Does this also taste awful? " I asked Marjan stupidly.

"Looks like it's your first time in a bar." The bartender smirked.

"Yeah, you can say that." I gave him a tight smile.

"That makes sense." He chuckled. "Wait a minute, I'm giving you something so hot and sexy."

"I'm Anwar. And you girls?" The bartender took three glasses and started pouring a bottle of whiskey then passed them to us with a charming smile.

"Thank you! I'm Marjan, this is Reema and this is Natalia." Marjan pointed at us as we nodded with a smile.

"Pretty names for pretty ladies." Anwar winked at us.

"Where are you from, Anwar?" I asked.

"I'm Afghani," Anwar replied with a smile.

"Wow, but why are you here, in Bangladesh?" Reema took her glass from the counter.

"Well, I came here four years ago to meet my auntie and I kinda fell in love with the nature of this town. And right then I got this job offer. So here I am."

"Interesting." Marjan chuckled.

"Hell! It burned my tongue."

I threw my tongue out and pinched my eyes shut, the same reaction from Reema. Anwar and Marjan laughed at us.

If alcohol tastes this awful then how do people become alcoholic?

So confusing.

"I'm not drinking anymore!" My throat and lungs were burning like hell.

"Me too!" Reema cursed as her eyes still pinched shut.