As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, the queue outside Frenni39's began to snake its way down the block. The air was electric, filled with laughter, chatter, and the occasional blast of dance music drifting out into the street. The dress code for the night was anything in neon or flashy; the brighter, the better. As a result, the crowd was a kaleidoscope of colors, each person more eager than the last to step into the nightclub.