-Molly-
My jaw dropped as Jean-Pierre stepped aside, and I finally got my first good look at the club. Nothing that he told me in the taxi could have prepared me for the reality of what I was seeing.
I had never seen a club like it.
I was not an innocent child and had been sneaking into clubs since I was sixteen. That was when I finally managed to score my first fake I.D. I had tried before then, but the person who was making them refused. He said that my short stature and baby face would make every bouncer send me away without giving me a chance to show my I.D. off.
Between fifteen and sixteen years old, I finally finished filling out and grew my last inch. I still never looked my age, but I did manage to fool enough people that I was able to get into the clubs on the weekends.
That was until Scott caught me one night and took my I.D. away. My senior year of high school was boring indeed.