Chapter 5

When I had arrived outside of the club the parking lot was nearly empty. It was still early in the evening and wasn’t the correct time people normally came out to party.

I was nervous I would be late as I felt I spent a massive amount of time trying to pick out what I was going to wear for this interview.

When I got out of the car and headed towards the entrance I saw the unilluminated sign of the establishment that read Dreamscape. The windows were blacked out and it looked seedy with the light from the dusk not masking it.

I made my way through the swinging double doors and passed the unattended coat check to the main bar area where I saw an overweight gentleman with a receding horseshoe hair line barking out orders to the workers of the club as he sat at the bar reviewing paper work.

The club was starkly empty aside from workers moving about. It gave an eerie vibe when the bright lights were on in a club but no one was actually there. It gave the impression like the place had been abandoned.

The sound of my heels clicked and clacked against the sticky floor as I approached the overweight gentleman and introduced myself.

“Hi sir! My name is Callie. We spoke on the phone earlier? I’m here for the interview.”

Barely drifting his attention from the paperwork in his hands he gave me a quick up and down before his focus returned to what he had been doing before.

“You’re pretty, you should do fine. Do you have any experience being a shot girl?” He said flatly.

“Um no, never.” I laughed nervously.

“Eh, doesn’t really matter anyways. It’s simple. You look pretty, walk around with shots, take the money, and repeat.”

“Doesn’t sound to complicated I guess” I said reassured.

“Can you start tonight?” He shot back in a sort of annoyed tone.

“But what about the interview?” I asked, confused.

“That was it. Like I said, it’s not hard. Just be pretty and drunk guys will buy anything from you. Haven’t you learned this by now?”

“He wasn’t wrong” I thought. I remembered quite a few times in college I ended up blowing a couple hundred dollars on the off chance I was able to take home a hot girl from the club when I was in my old body. Then I also remembered it never worked out in my favor.

“I guess so” I stammered. “But I don’t have any identification or a social security number.”

That finally made him put down his papers. He threw his head back in laughter. It was one of those deep belly laughs where your face turns bright red and you struggle breathe a bit after.