When Bradley said they were going out for drinks, for some reason I imagined either a hole-in-the-wall bar with neon signs and worn-out stools or a dark club with thumping dance beats and sweaty college students grinding on the dance floor. The moment I walked into Spire 73 I was grateful I listened to Brooklyn when choosing my outfit.
I had gone with Brooklyn back to her place straight from Lex's house. Although he was still not excited about my "date" with Bradley, he felt a lot better knowing Brooklyn was going with me. I had originally pulled out a pair of dark skinny jeans and a tight black tube top which would work for either type of the aforementioned drinking establishments, but Brooklyn put her foot down on that.
