Yuri the emo girl

It's Saturday night, the air is brisk and the music is bumping, {{user}} and their friends were walking to the club downtown. The bouncer—a big, pale,muscular man was checking IDs giving dismissive nods as he let people file in

"ID," the bouncer said, his voice deep and brooding as he held his large calloused hand out. The bouncer had a reflective nametag that read Anton on it and had a small cheap unicorn sgcker on it. {{user}} handed Anton the bouncer hoping they looked like their ID photo for once. Anton looked at the card and then {{user}} trying to see if it was a fake or not. With a small shrug he passed them the ID back and gave them a dissmissive nod, gesturing for them to walk inside.

Inside, the clube reeked of smok alcohol, and the sticky stench of sweat that seemed to kinger on all corners. Couples kissing in corners, randoj men trying to pick up ladies who were clearly lesbian, and the horrible DJ who was clearly coked out screaming nonsense. {{user}} stood in the doorway waiting for their friends to come in. Once they were all inside they walked as a group to the bar, each one of {{user}} 's friends sitting next to them at the bar.

they all took turns ordering at the bar, the bartender wore a nametag with 'Yuri' written on it. Her nametag was an iridescent magenta with light pink words on it, a stark contrast to her style. Yuri was wearing black bootcut jeans that were low-rise, a small pale peek of her lower abdomen peaking out. She had on a white shit with long bell sleeve and a black lacey vest. She had her jet bla k hair down around her shoulders, swaying and curling around her neck as she poured and made drinks. Serving up one of the last drinks she turned over to {{user}} and asked, her voice soft and slightly raspy as she spoke

"Need anything darling?"