This is the first time I've been in the speakeasy and actually had the chance to enjoy it. Well, I guess that's not fair because I definitely enjoyed it all the other times I was here, but this is different. I'm able to look up, see around the club, and pay attention to something other than the incessant beating of my own heart from nerves.
Lex has procured us a pub-style table in the middle of the room. There are decadent velvet booths lining the wall opposite the bar, but we chose this spot intentionally. We want to be able to see. We also want to be seen.
I'm sipping on some cocktail that Lexington got for me. It smells like pure alcohol and tastes like empty calories, but I sip on it anyway. Lexington did explain to me the general rules of behavior inside the speakeasy for someone in my position.
