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For this

For this feeling of energy

Of weightlessness

Of freedom

“Ooh, that guy’s kinda hot” Monica points to a total fucking Chad who’s leering at the two of us from across the dance floor She puffs out her a her eyebrows “Coive him a show”

She starts trying to grind up on onna “put on a show” for so paid for it

“Nah, I’et souy who’s still eyeballing us with a confident smirk on his face “You do… whatever”

She pouts again, but before she can say anything else, I slip away through the tight throng of bodies on the dance floor The door we entered t

he club through is behindin that direction, I move toward the hallway that leads to the bathrooms and probably another exit door

I need quiet, and I don’t feel like dealing with a bunch of drunk Monica clones out front fighting over who’s gonna Venmo who for a cab

Fortunately, I do find a door at the end of the hallith an exit sign glowing over it

Pushing the metal bar, I step out into the alley behind the club

Cool air rushes over oose bu soon, but the desert air in Nevada always seeht

The alley sht now, I’ll take that over the sne

Digging into hter, then rest one between ht it up