Leo stood at the velvet rope, adjusting his oversized blazer. He wasn’t on the list, but in July of ’87, you didn't need to be on the list if you had the right hair. His was a gravity-defying masterpiece of Aqua Net and sheer willpower.
Leo pushed toward the bar, ordering a Bartles & Jaymes wine cooler. That’s when he saw her—. She was leaning against a chrome pillar, wearing a leather jacket despite the ninety-degree heat, her eyes rimmed in heavy kohl. She looked like she had just stepped out of a movie that hadn't been filmed yet. Club July 1987
"You look like you're waiting for the world to end," Leo said, leaning in to be heard over the bass. Leo stood at the velvet rope, adjusting his oversized blazer