The club was already in full swing when Ruby and Naomi arrived. They walked up to the bar for drinks.“Hello handsome, can we get two shots of tequila?” Naomi said, flashing the sweetest smile she could come up with.“No, Naomi, I want something mild like a cocktail,” Ruby said, almost in a whisper.“Ruby, you need to loosen up, and tequila does a perfect job.”“It’s too strong, you know I’m a light drinker.”“Come on, Ruby, don’t be a party pooper,” Naomi said, trying to convince her.“Alright, just one shot,” Ruby said resignedly.“Barman, please get us two shots of tequila!” Naomi shouted, making sure the bartender heard her.When the drinks arrived, Naomi quickly gulped hers and hit the dance floor. She tried pulling Ruby to dance with her, but she turned her down. Naomi was a social butterfly, very popular, and could easily blend into the crowd. She loved to party hard, which was the direct opposite of her friend. Ruby never understood the idea behind clubbing; she hated crowded a
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