At the club

Rebecca’s POV

The club was absolutely packed—buzzing with excitement, flashing lights, and deafening music. We could barely make our way through the entrance, squeezing past crowds of partygoers who were all eager to get inside. I noticed that everyone had to pay at the gate before being allowed entry. Luckily, Nica had already taken care of everything. She paid for both our tickets, and we were granted access into the VIP section of the club. It was more spacious and slightly quieter, probably because the tickets for that area were far more expensive than regular entry.

“Looks like people really love this musician, Nica!” I had to raise my voice over the booming music.

“Yeah, I love him too! That’s the main reason I dragged you here,” Nica responded, grinning from ear to ear.

“He hasn’t arrived yet, but he’ll be here soon,” she added excitedly.

I scanned the room and was overwhelmed by the sea of people. The energy was wild—couples kissing in the corners, groups laughing hysterically, and others completely lost in the rhythm of the music on the dance floor. It was like stepping into another world. For a brief second, I imagined what it would feel like if Carlos were here with me—dancing, laughing, enjoying the night. My heart ached just thinking about him. How I missed him.

“What will you drink, Rebecca? I’m heading over to place an order,” Nica asked me, already halfway toward the bar.

I froze. I didn’t even know the names of most drinks. The only thing that came to mind was something safe and familiar. “Del Monte, mango flavor, please,” I replied nervously.

She gave me a playful look. “Alright, I won’t say anything about that. I respect your decision not to drink. Mango Del Monte it is.”

When she returned, she handed me my drink with a smile. Everything seemed so effortless for her—like she belonged in this environment. I, on the other hand, felt like a complete outsider. Everything from the loud music, the flashy clothes, the confidence of the people around me—it was overwhelming. I didn’t feel like I belonged here at all. This just wasn’t my world.

“Here you go, girlfriend. Enjoy yourself!” she said, setting the drinks on the small table beside us. She took a seat next to me, popped open her own bottle, and took a sip of her alcoholic drink without hesitation.

Meanwhile, I sipped on my juice, grateful to have something familiar in my hand. I couldn’t help but wonder if everyone in the club thought I was some kind of innocent ‘church girl’—who goes to a club and orders juice? It was a little embarrassing, to be honest.

“Thanks, Nica. This is the best day I’ve had since I joined university,” I said sincerely. “I appreciate it. But please, don’t get too drunk—I won’t be able to carry you home,” I added with a chuckle.

She laughed heartily. “No worries! You’re here, so I don’t have to worry about anything.”

Then, without warning, she poured a bit of her drink into my juice. I raised an eyebrow, ready to protest, but I didn’t want to cause a scene in front of everyone. “Try that and thank me later,” she teased.

I took a small sip, and the taste caught me off guard—it was sharp and bitter. I frowned at first, but then, curiously, I took another sip… and another. Somehow, it started tasting better with each sip. Within a minute, I had emptied the entire glass. Emboldened, I poured myself another and added more of Nica’s drink into it.

“Whoa, girl, be careful,” Nica warned with a wide grin. She looked both surprised and amused.

Whatever was in that drink began to loosen me up in ways I never imagined. I felt bold—free. For the first time in a long while, I wasn’t thinking about Carlos, or school, or work. I was just… in the moment.

Then the DJ’s voice thundered through the speakers. “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the long-awaited and most loved artist—King Bidets!”

The crowd erupted in wild cheers as the musician made his way onto the stage. The atmosphere became electric. As soon as he grabbed the mic, the entire club came alive. The beat dropped, and people swarmed the dance floor. I couldn’t resist it, I joined in, letting the music guide me.

I forgot about Nica. I forgot about everything. I was completely lost in the rhythm. I danced without a care in the world.

“Hey, beautiful,” a deep male voice said behind me. I turned around and saw a tall, handsome man smiling at me.

“Hey, handsome,” I replied flirtatiously, placing a hand on his muscular arm. His biceps were solid, and I could tell he took pride in his appearance.

“I’ve been watching you dance. You’ve got great moves,” he said.

I laughed at that. I wasn’t even a good dancer, but the drink had given me confidence, and I welcomed his attention.

We danced together for a while, and then he offered me his drink. Without thinking, I accepted it and drank it all. It didn’t matter anymore. I felt like I was floating. But within thirty minutes, everything changed. My head started spinning, and my vision blurred. I couldn’t make out faces anymore. The guy I was dancing with must have noticed I was becoming a mess because he quietly walked away—leaving me alone on the crowded floor.

“Nica… Nica…” I called out weakly, trying to find her. Everything was moving too fast, and my knees buckled beneath me. The last thing I remember was falling to the ground.

Nica’s POV

I had planned a simple lunch date for Rebecca, but I decided to throw in a little surprise. She had never been to a club before, at least, not from what she’d told me. So I figured it was time to break her out of that innocent shell. She needed to loosen up, live a little, and be bold just like me.

We started with lunch at my favorite fancy hotel. Rebecca was clearly impressed, even though she wasn’t familiar with most of the food. Watching her enjoy something new made me proud. She deserved to experience the finer things in life.

Then came the club—where things really got wild.

Of course, she hesitated at first, but I eventually convinced her to come. After all, it was my treat, and I wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

Predictably, she ordered her usual Del Monte juice. I chuckled to myself, only Rebecca. I got my drink, and for fun, I added a bit of mine into hers. She seemed unsure but didn’t stop me.

“Try that and thank me later,” I teased.

I didn’t expect her to like it so quickly, but soon enough, she was pouring the drink herself, mixing it with juice like a pro. I let her be. Tonight was hers to enjoy.

When I saw her dancing with that handsome guy, I couldn’t help but snap a few pictures. She looked so free—so confident. I was proud of her. I let her enjoy herself while I returned to my own fun.

But suddenly, I heard my name being called frantically. “Nica… Nica…” It was Rebecca. I turned and saw her stumbling, her eyes unfocused, and then—before I could reach her—she collapsed to the ground.

Everyone turned to look. People were whispering and pointing. The guy she was dancing with had vanished. Panic shot through me. What do I do now?

She was completely out cold. Her breathing was heavy and she had started snoring. I knew she had taken in more than her body could handle, especially since it was her first time drinking.

I had to think quickly. “Excuse me, do you have rooms here? My friend needs to sleep it off,” I asked one of the club staff.

Fortunately, rooms were available. The guy was kind enough to help me carry Rebecca to the room.

“You sleep now, you drank girl. What a disaster,” I muttered as I laid her down.

Once she was safe and settled, I left the room. The night was still young, and I still had some partying left to do. But a part of me made a mental note—next time, I’d keep a closer eye on Rebecca. She wasn’t ready for my world. Not yet.