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It was showtime

She scanned the crowd of people, searching for Roger

She spotted hi your mark He stuck out like a box of prunes in the candy aisle

His pants were about two inches too short, his sweater was froes and his sports jacket had more wrinkles in it than the prunes themselves But he broke into a broad sht miss him

No chance of that

She walked over, relishing the aduys in line Hey, she could still get lucky for another night

“Y-you look incredible,” Roger stalasses back on his nose Doubtful they would stay put, given the fine sheen of nervous perspiration on his nose and forehead

E smile “Thank you”

“I guess you hear that all the time”

“Not nearly enough You’d be surprised” Elanced around She was already iirls, fixing one another’s hair and ossip

Grabbing Roger’s hand, she pushed her way to the front of the line Roger looked positively green with anxiety E thrown her way Too bad Those slutty bitches could suck it She was on a mission

When they reached the bouncer at the door, E his expression, the bouncer robotically asked for their IDs Eer fulanced down at their licenses No probleotten their nauest list

Awesoe

Still running the show, E it open, she absorbed everything: the pu Except for one thing: soled with the smell of sweat and alcohol Emma felt nauseous

Snatching Roger’s claed him to the enormous bar set up in the back of the club It was tier looked around with huge owlish eyes, Eht so she could get her drinks ASAP Her eyes narrowed as she honed in on a bartender whoon her most seductive smile, she headed in his direction