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The History Paper
You and Chase followed Luna as she led you through the club into a back corner. She knocked a few times on the door and a large, well-dressed man poked his head out. He had a sharp jaw and a slightly crooked nose but looked much more friendly than she did. He smiled when he saw the three of us and gestured for us to come in.
The room was much better lit and refreshingly cooler. You plopped yourself onto one of the couches and Chase gave you a dirty look. "What?" You whisper-yelled. "They invited us. And the couch is very comfortable." He just blinked at you and pinched the bridge of his nose. He later told you that after this night he swore never to get you drunk again -- he felt like he was babysitting.
You took in the room around you, the walls were bare brick. There was a tv in one corner and furniture littered the room. On one wall, there was a minibar and on the other, there was a double door, much larger than any normal one, painted black with metallic gold accents. It looked exceptionally heavy and a faint blueish light peaked through the cracks.
"Welcome," the man said loudly. "I'm the club owner, Dion, and as I'm sure you already know, this is Luna." He gestured to her and sat down.
"While we're flattered, Dion--" Chase began.
"Why are you here?" He finished. Chase nodded and Dion smiled at you. "I appreciate your friend here. Drunk already, it's so early!" He laughed. "I simply wanted to drink with you." At Chase's confused look he continued, "you don't have to stay, of course, but I will mention that while here, the drinks will all be complimentary."
"Why not!" You decided for the both of you. When Chase gave you a concerned look you frowned, "didn't you say you wanted me to 'loosen up and have fun'?"
He looked at you for a moment, thinking. "Screw it. We're in."
The three of you, well four if you counted Luna, drank, laughed and made pleasant conversation. Time went by quickly and Chase cut you off early into the night, only ordering you water. At some point, a smaller man came into the room and said something to Dion before they got up. "Luna, come with us. You two, feel free to hang out here. I'll be right back," he said as he was leaving.
As soon as the door shut, you shot to your feet, going to investigate the large door near the minibar.
"What do you think you're doing?" Chase hissed.
"Looking," you said while walking over to it. On closer inspection, the door looked to be metal. The paint wasn't as even of a coat as it looked from a distance.
"What if they come back?"
"Relax."
"Oh, for the love of God, I didn't think I'd ever hear you say that," he muttered.
There were lots of things scratched into the door, most of them typical -- hearts, initials, crude language -- but one caught your eye: definitely not hell. You didn't particularly have a belief in the afterlife, but you laughed at how funny it would be if it actually was something like the underworld.
"What're you laughing at?" Chase stood, walking over to you. You pointed, then carefully placed a palm against the door; it was cold. There were a lot of ridges and grooves in the metal, so when you found something that felt like a handle, you jumped. "What?"
"Nothing. It just feels like a handle and is really cold. I wasn't expecting it." You paused, holding onto the handle. "I wanna open it."
"That doesn't sound like a good idea. He could be back soon."
"Aren't you curious?"
The room was much better lit and refreshingly cooler. You plopped yourself onto one of the couches and Chase gave you a dirty look. "What?" You whisper-yelled. "They invited us. And the couch is very comfortable." He just blinked at you and pinched the bridge of his nose. He later told you that after this night he swore never to get you drunk again -- he felt like he was babysitting.
You took in the room around you, the walls were bare brick. There was a tv in one corner and furniture littered the room. On one wall, there was a minibar and on the other, there was a double door, much larger than any normal one, painted black with metallic gold accents. It looked exceptionally heavy and a faint blueish light peaked through the cracks.
"Welcome," the man said loudly. "I'm the club owner, Dion, and as I'm sure you already know, this is Luna." He gestured to her and sat down.
"While we're flattered, Dion--" Chase began.
"Why are you here?" He finished. Chase nodded and Dion smiled at you. "I appreciate your friend here. Drunk already, it's so early!" He laughed. "I simply wanted to drink with you." At Chase's confused look he continued, "you don't have to stay, of course, but I will mention that while here, the drinks will all be complimentary."
"Why not!" You decided for the both of you. When Chase gave you a concerned look you frowned, "didn't you say you wanted me to 'loosen up and have fun'?"
He looked at you for a moment, thinking. "Screw it. We're in."
The three of you, well four if you counted Luna, drank, laughed and made pleasant conversation. Time went by quickly and Chase cut you off early into the night, only ordering you water. At some point, a smaller man came into the room and said something to Dion before they got up. "Luna, come with us. You two, feel free to hang out here. I'll be right back," he said as he was leaving.
As soon as the door shut, you shot to your feet, going to investigate the large door near the minibar.
"What do you think you're doing?" Chase hissed.
"Looking," you said while walking over to it. On closer inspection, the door looked to be metal. The paint wasn't as even of a coat as it looked from a distance.
"What if they come back?"
"Relax."
"Oh, for the love of God, I didn't think I'd ever hear you say that," he muttered.
There were lots of things scratched into the door, most of them typical -- hearts, initials, crude language -- but one caught your eye: definitely not hell. You didn't particularly have a belief in the afterlife, but you laughed at how funny it would be if it actually was something like the underworld.
"What're you laughing at?" Chase stood, walking over to you. You pointed, then carefully placed a palm against the door; it was cold. There were a lot of ridges and grooves in the metal, so when you found something that felt like a handle, you jumped. "What?"
"Nothing. It just feels like a handle and is really cold. I wasn't expecting it." You paused, holding onto the handle. "I wanna open it."
"That doesn't sound like a good idea. He could be back soon."
"Aren't you curious?"