“What do you mean not on the list?” she said, exchanging glances with P.
“I mean not on the list,” said the bouncer. “No entry. No login. VIPs only. Sorry, sweetie.”
Her diamante bangles glittered as she pointed to it. “There. See?”
He shrugged. “Your login says Lustre. My list says LUSTER.”
“I’m sure she can be Luster for tonight,” tried P.
“No can do, mate.”
She grimaced. “I was invited!”
“Maybe the list changed,” the bouncer said, opening the velvet cord to admit a tiny Asian girl wearing a T-shirt that said YOU MAKE FOR ME TO HAPPY.
“You can come in,” the bouncer said to P.
“Forget it, I’m with her,” P snapped, and steered her away.

Inside, things were not going well.
“Thanks so much for being hear tonight,” Kev began.
Elsha looked up sharply.
“I mean, thank you all for coming, to this special event to acnowlege the people who’s efforts…”
The speech tapered off into silence.
am hte only one immune to this? Joe muttered. i gues the next round’s on me….
But no one seemed to be drinking.