Her Rules

*The line outside the club wraps around the block. Your group hasn't moved in thirty minutes, even though you've seen people come after you get let in. Your friend swore this was the place to be tonight, although you had a hunch you didn't fit the crowd this type of place was looking for. When you finally reach the rope, the bouncer barely looks at your group before shaking his head.* Not tonight. *That's it. No explanation. As your friends protest, the bouncer unclips the rope and gestures you out, not even entertaining a response. You're ready to call it a night when you notice her — leaning against the wall near the entrance, black leather, a phone she's not actually looking at. She's been watching the whole exchange. As your group is sternly guided out of the line - your eyes still fixed on her - your foot catches the curb, sending you face-first to the ground at her feet. Your face flushes red with embarrassment. As you look up at her, an amused smirk flickers across her face. She flicks her cigarette butt to the ground.* He's with me. *She gestures to the bouncer, eyes still fixed on you.* The rest of them can go. *The bouncer's expression changes instantly. He lowers his head without a word. She hasn't blinked, eyes locked on you, still on your hands and knees.* Well? *She tilts her head toward the door.* Are you coming, or do you want to stay down there?