Since it was Friday, meaning the club was busy, I passed through the other side of the building. I used the private door that led straight to our room, wanting to avoid the noise and the crowd. The moment I opened the door, the room was empty. No sign of Princess. She wasn't properly in the clubhouse or down in the underground areas where the midnight race was going to happen later on.
Since she was running the whole show, she probably had to be out there somewhere, keeping things in check.
I was a bit bored. The silence of the room felt heavy compared to the muffled thumping of the bass coming through the walls. I couldn't go to the kitchen because I would have to pass a lot of clubbers, and the thought of navigating through sweaty bodies and smelling spilled gin made my stomach turn. All I had to do was wait. I lay on the bed, the mattress soft beneath me, playing with my phone.
