Moving hanger after hanger trying to find an outfit that wasn't so light was more difficult than I thought it would be. Pastels, creams, light colors, and light greys hung in my closet in a monochromatic color scheme.
I took it to heart when Miles said that I should dress a little more casual. As I went through my tops over and over again, I realized that I could possibly use a shopping trip in the future to better blend in to my surroundings there.
The black and dark colored clothing I had were typical blazers, pants, and the occasional dress shirt. From what I could remember last time is that the clothing items that people wore were not even close to flowy pastels. On every girl in there, the clothing was strung tight against their breasts, hips, and legs. I wasn't one that felt the need to cover everything up, but I also didn't feel like I was the type of girl to bare every part of my body either. My clothing I felt was always feminine casual chic. I didn't feel the need to draw attention to all the assets of my body, but I felt like my clothing always accentuated the right parts without having to spill cleavage or have something that fit like another skin.
I was starting to feel a little nervous and so I quickly just grabbed a casual grey sleeveless high necked crop top. I decided that just being as casual as possible in my own comforting close would be the best decision as I put that on along with some of my faded skinny jeans. Since I didn't want to wear anything open toed at this type of bar, I went with some of my more casual wedged booties.
Standing in front of the mirror, I knew that I was still going to be called a princess again because I definitely did not look anything like the rest of the women in that bar. I felt a little uneasy at first but then I had to remember why I was going in the first place. Those women were not going to that bar to visit their long last father, so what I'm wearing shouldn't matter.
With a sharp nod of my head I grabbed the keys to my car along with my clutch and walked out the front door.
I still had the same feelings pulling into the parking lot of the older building. Just like the first time I came here, I felt my palms starting to sweat and my pulse was beating a bit faster now. Although I was no longer in my higher class work outfit, I still looked down at what I was wearing and then looked out across the parking lot to see a sea of motorcycles. One of these things is not like the other.
With a feigned amount of confidence I walked up to the door and before chickening out and texting MIles that I couldn't make it, I stepped through the door.
It was a Saturday night and the smell of alcohol, body sweat, and alcohol was permeated through the air. If I thought that the last time I had come here was packed I was terribly mistaken. The bar itself was filled and each table was crowded with people. Many men had grabbed whatever woman was nearest to them (as well as wearing the least amount of clothing) and pulled them to sit on their laps.
I tried not to cringe in glancing at some of the darker corners where I was pretty sure some kind of sexual acts were being given to the men, and because I didn't really want to prove my theory I looked away.
I tried to look more at my surroundings this time then the last time and noticed that a large majority of the men were all wearing similar clothing. This group obviously was not one to change in the colors they wore but what stood out to me was that many in the group were wearing a leather cut. On the back was an orange and gold inflamed image with a dark majestic bird silhouette. Overall it looked ethereal and dangerous as it labeled each one as a member of the Phoenix Club.
It was again as I took two or three steps closer to the bar and people began to notice me I thought again, one of these things is not like the other. My steps continued forward and as people stopped to stare at me, they slowly opened a gap in the bar where I stepped through and took a seat.
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