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I met Nathan, and he’s adorable.”
     
    I yelled from the bathroom, “Yeah, and he’s four.”
     
    “You should try younger guys, Siena. What they lack in experience, they sure make up for in energy.”
     
    “La-la-la,” I sang, covering my ears as I stepped out of the bathroom. “Gross, Jess, I get it ok—I get it! I’m dressed like a right slapper, I’m drinking with you, and we’ll go clubbing. You don’t need to convince me any further, ok?”
     
    I held up my two favorite pairs of stilettos. “Black strappy or nude?”
     
    “Nude, definitely!” she giggled, watching for my reaction as I slipped on the shoes, gaining several inches in the process.
     
    She woof whistled at me as I skulled my entire glass of wine. “You’re going to pull some cock wearing that, Siena.”
     
    I covered my face with my hands in embarrassment. “Wow – seriously? Stop it, Jess. It’s time to go; you’ve already had waaaay too much to drink.” I grabbed her arm and pulled her out the door behind me.
     
    She laughed like a hyena as she followed me down the concrete stairs and outside into the dark night air.
     

4
     
    When we walked through the black, glossy door of the nightclub, it was literally bursting at the seams inside. Hot, sweaty bodies pressed up against each other as far as the eye could see. The bass gyrated loudly up through the floorboards, pulsating through every inch of my body. Thick, frozen ice caught in my throat as it puffed out in clouds, merging with the colored, flashing lights. I need another drink, and a big one, I thought . Clubbing is a sport you have to participate in inebriated—sober will just not get you into the zone. Sober is not an option.
     
    Jess squealed, “I love this song!!! Come on!” and she grabbed my arm, pulling me through the crowded dance floor and up onto a glass podium lit with blue lights. “Dance with me! This is sooo much fun!” she giggled.
     
    My mind started to drift away as I watched her shaking her blonde locks back and forth to the music. Wow she is fun. Why can’t I be like that? She was so carefree. I was like a police officer compared to her—and not one of the ones with handcuffs or pelvic thrusts. Nope, I was the one with the notebook in one hand and the pen in the other. Writing a ticket. Boring. Snore-ville.
     
    “I’m gonna go and get another drink,” I yelled in her ear above the music. “Pretty stupid question, but do you want one?” I stepped off the podium not waiting for her answer and walked to the bar. Of course she wanted a drink ; who was I kidding ?
     
    It must have been at least two years since I had been in a nightclub, and even though it felt so familiar, it also felt incredibly strange to be back in this environment. I leaned over the cold marble bar hoping my breasts wouldn’t pop out of the pushed up and smooched-together arrangement, courtesy of Miss “The-Access-Points-Are-So-Accessible.” Sure enough, I didn’t have to wait long until one of the bar guys saw me— them —and came running.
     
    “Can I get two double vodkas on the rocks, please?”
     
    “Sure thing, beautiful.” The bar guy replied, staring at my breasts sleazily. Bar guys, ick. I wonder how many girls you’ve slept with? I pondered, as my eyes flicked across the crowded club.
     
    Despite being engulfed by the crush of hot, fleshy bods, I could feel one set of curious eyes upon me. Through the noise and hazy smoke, I felt like I was being watched like a deer about to be shot down. I chuckled to myself, knowing in that moment how crazy that thought was—I didn’t have antlers last time I checked, and I wasn’t in a forest chewing grass. No matter how hard my anxiety tried to scare me, I wasn’t about to get shot, and what I really needed was a big drink.
     
    As the frozen ice started to lift bit by bit, the curious eyes I had felt on me were revealed. They were warm and friendly, like someone I had known in the past, and yet I had