Eli breathed a sigh of relief as he finally emerged from the ladies' toilet. He looked around, taking in the long hallway lined with doors. He spotted the door he had just come from, with a sign that read "Ladies' Powder Room". He shuddered at the memory of his embarrassing encounter.
As he walked down the hallway, Eli noticed that many couples were passing him, giving him strange and disgusted looks. He wondered what was wrong, until he caught a glimpse of himself in a mirror.
His clothes were rumpled, his hair was messy, and he had a faint scent of perfume and hairspray clinging to him. No wonder people were giving him weird looks!
Eli chuckled to himself, shaking his head. This was definitely not his finest moment.
As he continued down the hallway, he noticed a door at the end with a sign that read "VIP's only - Room 105". Eli's eyes lit up with curiosity. What could be behind that door?
He approached the door cautiously, wondering if he should try to sneak in. But as he reached out to touch the door handle, he heard a voice behind him.
"Can I help you?" it said.
Eli turned to see a stern-looking bouncer standing behind him, eyeing him suspiciously.
Eli hesitated, unsure of what to say. But then, a mischievous grin spread across his face.
"Oh, yeah," he said, trying to sound confident. "I'm a VIP. I'm here for the... uh... VIP treatment."
The bouncer raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. "Really?" he said. "And what's your name, VIP?"
Eli thought fast, trying to come up with a convincing answer. But before he could say anything, the bouncer's expression changed from skepticism to surprise.
"Wait a minute," he said. "You're not... Eli Vanderbilt, are you?"
Eli's eyes widened in surprise. How did the bouncer know his name?