Slythering

We walked up to the doors of the bar, flashing our IDs to the bouncer. I could hear Halsey from behind the doors singing about Feeling sorry for you. I started humming along under my breath smiling as the bald, buff bouncer opened the doors and we entered the bar. He reminded me of an old friend from way back when but looking closer I could tell it wasn’t him. I shook my head trying to remove the thoughts from my head as we walked into the bar. There was no way Lincoln, Alpha Jaspers friend and enforcer would be all the way in Tennessee.

My eyes widened, the dark wood floors to the long bar across the room, with male servers walking around without their shirts taking orders from tabletops. Their blue jeans low slung on the hips showing off their abs and that mysterious v that men seemed to have, and women want to lick. A crowded dance floor full of people with moves I couldn't imagine attempting. The lights flashing around the entire bar. The decor was dark but inviting. Immediately