As you pull your car to one side, the valet opens your door stepping from your car, onto the red carpet, your eyes fleet from reveller to reveller, the voice of a young girl echoes across the darkened night "I can't believe we're here," turning your head to the left, you see a young couple, embraced in passion.
Nervously, you stumble up the doorway until your eyes come to focus upon it; stepping backwards in awe, you pause before stepping forth. "No" as you feel a large hand press you back, you look upwards into the darkened, almost onyx eyes of a large doorman "Private Party ".
Turning on your heels to leave, almost happy, you hear an enigmatic voice calling you he speaks in a thick Italian accent " Hey Paisan " turning you see a young, fresh faced man, dressed entirely in black. As he smiles to you, a smile, sinister yet captivating, he claps a hand to your back.
As he forces you forward, you walk, too afraid at this juncture to decline his gesture. If the rumors are true, the people behind this place are not those you wish to upset.
Walking through the great doors you are hit by the sight of a beautiful ivory columns and white tablecloths. Turning to face the young man, you look nervously. Feeling his grip tighten upon your shoulder, he simply grins at you before peaking his sunglasses.