there would have been quite so many scary looking people here back then. Words like witch hunt, devil worshipper and burned at the stake came to mind. There were so many people dressed in black it almost looked like a cult gathering. Some of them stared at me as I made my way past, trying my best to keep up with RJ. We were nearly at the bar now as the crowd begun to get thicker. She stopped in front of me and turned to face me with a huge grin across her black lips.
“You ok?” She said with a little bit of concern in her eyes.
“Yeah I’m fine. I just didn’t expect it to be so busy.” She laughed as though I had missed something... something very important.
“Well it’s not normally this busy until the Dravens come here and the Acid Criminals aren’t that popular, but they’re here early,” she said and clapped her hands together like a child.
“What, the Acid Criminals?” I was confused, still not understanding the reasons behind the mass of people that looked more like a Gothic comic convention than a nightclub.
“No, no, not the band….The Dravens!”
Chapter 7 – Early Arrivals
We finally got served after about twenty minutes of trying to push our way to the front, well RJ pushed and I followed. Now, once again, I was following RJ back to where her friends were waiting for us. This was the theme of the night, me tracking RJ's every move. I felt like the sheep following its owner, my only hope was that it wasn’t to the slaughter.
I was starting to get sweaty palms again at the thought of meeting new people, like it was my first day of school all over again. Something caught her eye as we walked towards the back of the club and then I saw it too. A guy was waving at us trying to get our attention. He smiled when he saw me and carried on waving us over turning slightly as if to say something to his friends.
“Oh cool, they got a seat. Nice one! And the spot couldn't be more perfect.” RJ said with a quick satisfied smile at me. They were situated near to the mezzanine level and the staircase that led up to it. There was another one that mirrored it on the other side opposite. It was next to the stage area that was a raised platform high enough for everyone lower than it to have a clear view. The layout of the place was perfect for the purpose it served. It was the classiest night club I had ever seen, one that you would have expected to find in a big cosmopolitan city not a remote little town in the middle of the wilderness.
“What’s up there?” I asked as we passed the staircase that had two enormous men guarding it as if it held the crown jewels up there. I thought the two guys at the front entrance were big, but these guys put them to shame. The story of David and Goliath popped into my head.
“Ah, now that’s the VIP area,” she whispered as she eyed the giants, as though not wanting them to hear.
“That’s where the Dravens spend all their time, it goes all the way over, further back,” she continued motioning her hand backwards.
“Not that I have ever been up there,” she continued with a bitter tone.
“But my dad has his own building company and one of his guys went there last year to do a job, which is strange ‘cause they usually get their own people in to do stuff like that. I guess they got desperate or something, but anyway, I got my dad to explain it in every little detail to me and then of course passed the information on like any good town gossip,” she said smiling proudly. I laughed back, not being in the least bit surprised and also making a mental note never to tell her anything that I didn’t want ending up on the town’s bulletin board.
By this time we had managed to make it through the alternative looking crowd to the booth that housed all of RJ's “Goth gang” as Libby had called them. There were three of them in total. Two guys and one more girl all sat round a massive half oval seat covered in red velvet. There was a table in the middle with already empty glasses and bottles waiting to be collected. As soon as they saw