As they stood there, a figure detached itself from the enthusiastic crowd and joined them. An abundance of bright floodlights lining the building plus the streetlights along the sidewalk illuminated the person approaching so that they quickly recognized him.
“Hey, Gage!“ Jillian called, smiling broadly, her fine brown hair fanning out as she threw her arms around the young man's neck. They had met Gage at a friend’s party, introduced by Jillian’s brother, Rich. Gage had taken an interest in Jillian especially, although he was very friendly towards Heather, also (too friendly, Heather had thought on more than one occasion).
“Hi, honey,“ he crooned into Jillian’s ear. He glanced over at Heather. “You guys feel like dancing?“
Heather smiled nervously. “I do!“ she answered. She shot a furtive glance at the doors. “You’re sure he’ll let us in?”
“Yeah,” Gage nodded. “Just get your IDs out and act natural.” They did as instructed and stood in line with him in front of them, while Heather gripped her license tightly in her hand, sweating although the air was cool. For the next few minutes, they crept along in the line, feeling as though they would never get there, Heather half hoping that they would be turned away once they did. But they finally did arrive at the door, dance music blasting through it so loudly that Heather could feel the handrail vibrating as she stood on the step just behind Jillian.
“Hi, Max,” said Gage to the doorman. Gage spoke into Max’s ear while Max smiled slightly as he glanced at the girls. Gage stepped past, half turning to watch them. Jillian held her license up in front of the burly man, who glanced at it and nodded. Heather imitated Jillian and got the same result.
“Just watch yer steps, girls,” the man murmured to them as they walked past.
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