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“He really did that!” Gia cried, hurrying over to snatch her phone from the center table in her living room. Checking out the tenants' chat group, she saw photos of her last night's outfit pinned on the chat. Crazy comments from co-tenants read, *Shameless* *We can’t have our kids and this sex toy live under the same roof* *Kick her out!* The caption on her photo read *Indecent Dress Code Violated By Gia Anderson Again*

I roll my eyes over my phone again. Jonah: Please come. You NEED to go clubbing and let go of all the stress you've had this week. Come ooooon. I need you because I'm not really good at making conversations with hot guys. Me: And I am great at that? I'm so not good at it. But fine, I'll be there. The Hub wasn't it? Jonah: Change venue. On our way to Whitman or The White Hall. The Hub was packed. My eyes widened.

“Let’s not think about any of that tonight, okay? So you kissed the guy. We’ve all made mistakes. Fuck, you were there for me during the whole Jayden fiasco.” Her eyes flashed with murder. “I have yet to uphold my promise of cutting off his balls and turning them into cute little friendship bracelets.” “That’s still disgusting.” I laughed. “But tonight we’re going to go out and have fun. Fuck mates, and fuck Blackwell men.” “I’ll drink to that!” Forty-five minutes later we emerged from a parking garage near a nightclub called The Velvet Underground. Natasha had told Evangeline about it when she was grilling her on the best late-night spots in the pack.

It's one thing to be a failed son but a bigger bum to be a killjoy to your friends' happiness. So I only had one thing to keep these all going; find something too to take me out of here along with them. Our hangout lasted till five thirty, then the three of us walked back to our cars and passed by the central fountain in downtown Todos Santos across from The Devil's den; a lonely part of town that was home to aggressive hooligans and horny teenagers. All virgins went in there and came out with torn panties. There was always someone cussing and swearing and wrecking havoc. We seldomly passed the area, but this evening I'd pointed out that we'd be home in no time if we followed that route.

The Moon Club is a popular spot among the wealthy socialites of LA, mostly because it’s a place where you’re likely to run into affluent men. Hannah is a regular there, not because she’s looking to snag a rich husband, but because she’s taken a liking to one of the waiters at the club. For the past six months, she’s been frequenting the place so often that she even managed to get a membership card.

Sure enough, just three minutes later, Clara Hayes's Messenger avatar was bouncing frantically on my phone screen. [Girl!!! You're hiding a hunk party from the squad?!] [A late-night hunk fest?????] [Send the location ASAP! I need to witness this live and in person!] [Spill all the details! Don't make me beg you!(╥﹏╥)] I took a slow, leisurely sip of my wine and tapped my fingers lightly on the screen in response. [Location:LOST Nightclub] [I'm nursing my emotional wounds-stop messing around. I'll take you with me next time.]

Ragnar on the other side of the phone was in a bad state, and he was worried that something would happen to the other party if he was drunk. "I saw Gabriella with another man, and when I called her, she even lied to me and said that she was at her parents' house." Ragnar's tone was very depressed. "I'm ...... in Gin" "Don't move, wait for me to pass." Gin is a bar in Pasig that is very popular among young people, but it is also a well-known mixed bag, a small gangster, a powerful rich second generation, a big man with dark forces, and everyone from three religions and nine streams.

“And that way, Hana and Professor McCabe can flirt-fight in peace.” “We aren’t flirting.” I scoffed. “We aren’t fighting.” Aidan contradicted. Pam laughed and waved over her shoulder as she walked away with Malcolm. At least someone’s enjoying their date. I sighed, folding my arms as I glanced at the bar, hoping to find an empty seat. Sitting at the bar seemed like the safest option. The booths seemed to be the spot for public sex, and Goddess knows when they were last sanitized or if there is even a level of sanitization to make them clean. I wasn’t interested in the strippers or the exhibitions on BDSM play. Plus, I could use a strong drink.

We could get a hotel, but the ones closest to us were all cheap motels that doubled as brothels at night. “Lose the kid and come with me shorty,” he said next, revving his engine as though that would make me severely impressed. “You show me a good time, I show you one.” “Leave it, Darryl.” A girl next to me joined in. “Go find some ladyboys to entertain you again.” The voice sounded familiar, though it was hard to recognise her in her night time outfit. Her name was Hannah, she is my neighbour. Or was I suppose.

“It’s destiny that I’m so set on finding you in real life.” I light her cigarette and she takes a long pull, freeing the smoke back out slowly. “Mostly at the Red Pearl if we want to spend an evening dancing. But you are not allowed in there.” “It’s an woman-only club?” She nods and grins at me “What else?” “We stay at the Hendrick’s or the Bellevue if we want to drink at a bar and other clubs, we go to are the Pure or the KleinSin.” Taking a sip of my drink, I click my tongue.