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Odis has a side to him that could make any girl’s knees hit the ceiling. “Fine,” Gabe grumbled. The four of us turned and looked at the sign across the street that read, ‘The Sweet Note.’

Derriere's Gentleman's Club, the sign said outside. "This place looks like a dive," Mark muttered quietly. Still it did offer fully nude dances and you could bring in your own booze. "Come on, losers," Ant grinned, a six-pack tucked under his arm. "Let's go see some shaking milk-bombs and wide open tampon-tunnels!" Mark shook his head at Ant. Sometimes the guy could be such a dick, but his vocabulary for slang terms when it came to the female anatomy was inexhaustible.

“Veyra. Dalth. Harrowgate. They’ll have the same tethers. The same pretty lies. We’ll need to say the words in each square until the stone remembers them.” “You ready to be boring?” I asked. “With you?” he said. “Never.” “Flatterer.” “Accurate.” I hopped down from the wall. “Come on, Majesty. Let’s go make tomorrow hate us.” Lumi appeared like a summoned imp. “Tonight we draft the ‘No Rugs, No Fans, No Noon’ memo,” she declared. “I already drew a skull on the header.” “Perfect,” I said. “Put it on Serina’s door.”

Peachy whispered to me. I didn't answer, taking out a chocolate cupcake out of the display case. "It's really him!" Peachy exclaimed quietly. "Lucas Sigler is sitting in my shop and I'm not wearing any make-up! Damn! Do you think I can go there and ask for an autograph?" "You can ask his number instead. He's a male whore and he fucks whatever moves in front of him." I intentionally raised my voice, but it seemed that he didn't hear me at all.

Chapter 5 Un. Fucking. Fair. Gravel crunched under the tires as I pulled up at the very edge of the parking lot in front of the bar. It didn’t appear to have a name; the neon sign stuck to the edge of the overhang above the veranda simply said “BAR.” There were a few battered pickup trucks with fishing poles sticking out of the back, a cluster of dusty Harleys, one cheap sedan, and two guys smoking cigarettes at the end of the veranda. I could faintly hear something that sounded like “Freebird” echoing out of the building.

She rushed forward and tore up several signs. The sign holders opened their mouths as if to say something but ultimately remained silent. They quietly cleaned up the torn paper on the lawn and then took out blank paper and markers from their backpacks, writing new slogans: #SilenceDoesNotMeanWeakness, #ResistCampusViolence. Ashley looked at the girl in shock, mumbling, “Crazy, crazy, you’re all crazy…” She shook her head and retreated into the group of cheerleaders, only to find that everyone had stopped practicing. They were all "spectators"!

A faint glow of neon lights painted the horizon—a reminder of the world he had built, a world he controlled. Clementine barked softly, nudging his head against his hand. He looked down, his cold expression softening momentarily. “Good boy,” he murmured, scratching behind his ears. As they reached the top of the hill, James noticed something in the distance: a towering electronic billboard glowing in vibrant colors. It advertised a new energy drink, the slogan splashed boldly across it in stark white letters: “22 Gulps to Power Your Day!” The number struck him like a physical blow.

With a deadpan expression, I swallowed the last bit of hotdog sandwich, wiped my face with the back of my hand, and turned around. Then I see it. A building that looked as if it came straight out of a retro movie. Written in pink neon letters were the words ‘Ardere’ and under it was a glowing cartoon lady who was lifting her legs up and down enticing visitors. I wasn’t an idiot, I knew what it was. And I wasn’t an idiot. I knew just how much the girls there made. Without turning around, I ask the woman selling hotdogs the question that popped into my head the moment I saw the glowing pink lights, “Are they hiring?”

Gentle murmurs from the people stopping by for a bite filled the entire Hailey's Sweets. The lively hot neon pink sign standing high above the shop's double doors contrasts the gloomy weather. Everyone who went past the bakery could not help but sigh and stop for a while. The 'open' sign just above the door handles swayed softly, indicating that another person has been bewitched to stop and have a drink. Hailey, the proud owner of the said shop, eyed the costumers with a satisfied smile.

After gathering the props—silly hats, funny glasses, and a clown wig—Althea adorned herself with the clown wig, fitting Adam with the glasses. “Okay, let’s take the pictures,” she said excitedly. “What kind of pose should we do?” Adam struck an idea. “How about we both do a gun sign with our hands? And we can rest our backs against each other.” Althea nodded, eyes alight. “I like it.” The countdown began. “Three, two, one…” They assumed their positions, backs against each other, as the camera flashed, capturing the moment in a snapshot of laughter and pure silliness.