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The car drove us into a high-end dance club. You could see the waiting line and those hundred about wealthy teenage and college students alike waiting to have some fun.
The car stopped at the back entrance, and after Estela said a few words to our driver, we entered the club. The two bearded muscled man didn’t even try to stop us as Estela led as inside.
I was instantly assaulted by an overpowering smell of different perfumes and body sprays with mixtures of sweat. I immediately breathed through my mouth when I felt dizzy and nauseous.
We were in the dark hallway where only flashes of disco lights illuminated the surroundings towards the wide spacious dance floor of mass people wiggling their bodies from the DJ’s wild mixed of sounds.
The music was so loud that it resonated with my entire body that I felt my skeleton buzzing. It almost felt like my spine turned into a vibrator, shaking my whole frame.
The lights blinked on and off and changed colors in rhythm to the beat of the music. It made the whole scene played out in slow motion.
Estela grabbed my hand, as I caught Zoe’s hand when we arrived on the dance floor, and Estela guided us towards a reserved table.
Once we were seated and settled ourselves, I roamed my eyes around us.
There was a bar counter near our table and above the bar counter was a balcony with a full-length one-way glass reserved for VVIP’s.
The place was pack even on a Wednesday night, and no one seemed to notice us amidst the chaotic dimly lit room, much to my relief.
Most of the guys wore trousers and jeans with their shirt tucked in while the girls wore their body-hugging revealing clothes most in a tube top or backless top with skirts and high heeled boots complete with glittery makeup
I was disturbed when a waiter served us three glasses of zombie.
My eyes widened at Estela.
“Tehehehehe. No better way to lose ourselves than a savage dose of zombie~!”
Minutes later, we were rocking on the dance floor completely wasted and high. Our insecurities together with our modesty had long gone gotten drunk along with us.
I felt my throat dry, and I was catching my breath. I quickly excused myself and went towards the bar counter.
“Barman! Water if you please!” I shouted amongst the loud, wild noise.
I let my burning body freshened up from the soothing gliding of cold water in my throat.
I didn’t immediately return to the dance floor when I sobered up. I wasn’t that drunk since I knew my limit. Among the rest of us, Zoe held the victory with her one and a half shot glass of zombie.
She really must have some issues.
“Hi, beautiful! Where have you been all my–”
“I have a dick.” I didn’t let the man finish his words.
Even without glancing at the man, I knew his eyes were wide by now, and I could sense him meekly turning around to leave.
I didn’t know how many times it was now that men had approached me. Honestly, I lost count. I was getting bored hearing their usual pickup lines.
I glanced at Zoe.
The girl was a natural at dancing. She could be a sexy dancer or a pole dancer.
And then, I glanced at the awkward little charming girl, dancing in front of her.
Estela is…… well – cute.
She knew that she was an awkward dancer with her weird moves, but she still dances like she was the best dancer there was.
I laughed until I noticed that Zoe stopped dancing, trying to cover her mouth.
Oh my god! She’s going to puke!
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