(( That's not too short, I would've written a bit more had I known paragraphs were okay :p Plus, Chargers and Converse are awesome. ))
Deca smirked as she saw the line up to get into the club. It was called Eden, and that made Deca giggle. What a fitting name for a place that offered people drugs, promiscuity, and a dark atmosphere. The perfect place, she thought. She walked up to the bouncer, his large frame radiating power, though not with Deca. She tapped the man on the shoulder and smiled prettily. He was about to yell when she spoke, "Hello," She looked at his name tag, "...Bob, I was wondering if you'd be capable of letting me into your venue.. I mean, I really need to use the restroom, and I wouldn't want to ruin a perfectly flattering dress." She pointed down to her chest, her obvious cleavage peeking out of the slinky black spaghetti strap dress. Bob's eyes softened and he looked as though he was ready to leap into Deca's arms.
"Oh sure, no problem, go on in. Maybe I'll see you-" His words cut off as Deca walked into the club, the industrial steel door closing behind her. She looked around the room and smiled, her nails tapping against the wall beside her. People already lined the wall and grouped on the dance floor. The strobe lights allowing Deca to see the outlines of delicious figures. She licked her lips and moved farther into the club, a spot light landing on her for a few second before going away.
"This is going to be fun."