I see Jade walking back, giving me a ‘Yes, you go girl’ look and before I can think too much about it, I lean into Kane. “We’d love to join you.”

We wait for Jade to return with the Pineapple passion drinks; she’s already stumbling from the shots and martini. I can’t blame her; my feet feel light as well.

I allow them to float me to the group of men, but it isn’t hard to keep a steady stance while Kane’s strong body is right beside me.

The black leather couch is dimly lit by the surrounding lights. It’s not tucked away from the party, it’s the center of it. Those beautiful clouds of pink and blue smoke are all around, an ethereal look.

The dance floor to my left, a line of drinks to the right, and the four hulking men that Kane is introducing us to.

“Ladies,” Kane nods, “Your friends name?” He asks me quietly.

“Jade.”

He nods his head, “Guys, Mace and Jade.” There he goes again, calling me Mace. I’ll correct him later.

“Ladies, this is Taker.” He points to a tall, less muscular man. Full scruff, and hard edges. The kind of guy your mother warns you about, but come to think of it, all the men in this VIP booth are men you would never bring home to meet your parents.

But they are just the type of guys you can have a wild night with in a club.

He gestures to the man beside Taker, “Choke.” A tattoo of an inky snake wraps sinisterly around his neck, choking him out. Black hair that reaches his ears match the obsidian shade of his eyes.

I wave politely, growing a little nervous by the violent names. I wonder why Kane is simply, Kane. “Daze.” He nods his head to the least violent looking one of the group, and I assume his name is Daze because he smokes weed, considering he’s puffing on a joint in the middle of the club. Daze nods, a crooked smile lying on his face and dirty blonde hair that dances right above his brow line.

“And lastly,” Kane nods, “Blade.” Now Blade looks sinister, not in a creepy way, but in a he kills people for a living way. Still hot, no doubt. Long legs stretched out in front of him, a permanent scowl on his chiseled face.

What in the fuck am I doing? I look to Jade, who loves adventure, and try to mimic her behavior. She’s already flirting with Blade, of course going to the scariest looking one and sitting on his lap. She’s fearless, everything I need to be tonight.

“Come here often?” I ask as Kane takes my hand, then I internally cringe from the cliché question.