LEENA
Bethany and I walk side-by-side into the club, the strobe lights welcoming us. As bodies narrow the way to the counter, I let her lead and I slither through the crowd closely behind. She hoists herself onto a stool in front of the counter and I take a stool next to her.
“What do you want, Ladies?” the bartender asks.
She flashes him a smile and as if it’s contagious, he smiles at her. “Give us the strongest of what you have!”
“Are you sure about that?” I ask over the music.
“I need a good and strong drink after the week’s hard work!” she yells. “You need it too!”
The bartender raises a brow and I hesitantly nod, urging him to go ahead and give me the strongest of what’s on the menu. He skillfully throws crashed ice and fluids in two large glasses and Bethany claps excitedly wat
