CHAPTER 65

JESS

We stepped out into the night, the air buzzing with energy. The club was just a short walk away, and as we linked arms and made our way down the street, Sam said, "Okay, girls. Let's go convince everyone we are 21." Suddenly, I wasn't so sure. I forgot we were planning The nerves crept in when we saw the line stretching out in front of the club and the big, scary-ass bouncer checking IDs. "Shit. I don't know Sam..." Laura whispered.

Sam squared her shoulders, giving us a determined look. "Just be confident. I chose these dresses for a reason," she said, and we nodded, trying to channel our inner 21-year-old as we walked up the line, passing women dressed in a lot less with a shit load of make- up and glitter and blown-up lips and faces. "It looks like Silicone Valley out here," I joked, and Laura burst out laughing, seeing the girl I was talking about. Her lips were unnaturally massive, almost like a cartoon. "Hey. You three." The bouncer's deep voice boomed over the noise of the crowd, and we stopped, turning slowly.

"Us?" I asked, my voice squeaking slightly.

burst out with some pathetic lie, he undid the rope and waved us in. Without a word,

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work!" Sam pulled us into the club through

the club was like a whole different world. Dim,

drapes that hung on the walls and ceiling. The air was thick with the

was a VIP section overlooking the chaos. You could get up there by this spiral staircase wrapped in the same deep purple fabric as the drapes. It was like a

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