It was our third bar that night and needed one more drink before last call. We always chose The Red Room for the final shebang. It was small and intimate with red LED lights that made you feel like your secrets were safe there.
Not really upscale but not grungy or grimy either. Velvet couches lined the walls and mirrors faced the tiny dance floor.
Far from the places where your shoes got stuck to the floor from all the spilled vodka cranberries. This place smelled like luxurious perfume and chocolate.