Baptism
Not so much club, as a concrete box where band’s play. Working the door black leather and a switchblade. Covers are not negotiable, nor are the rules.
The band is loud and not a favourite, with the heat. Cops   are everywhere in the car park, which largely composed of gravel and broken glass. Walking through the club to intimidate.
One of the cop’s say’s there’s a red corvette with the top off in the parking lot.
“I know” I answer.
“No one’s bothering it “ The cop continue ‘s.
“I know” I answer
“Why is that?” the cop asks.
“I don’t know” I answer with a smile. It’s my car if you bother it, I will make sure you have a trip to the ER. I ‘m watching the door taking cover agreeing on head count with the promoter getting drinks from bartender; bored.
She walk’s through the door, long black hair stilettos fishnets, and breath taking short skirt.
She asks, “what’s cover?
I don’t answer I throw her against the wall switchblade open, and kiss her. She kisses back and presses against me.
I come up for air, and say “no cover, you’re  one of  us now ; punk!