The bass pounded through the club, shaking the floor beneath me, as neon lights painted the crowd in vibrant colours. Jess leaned in, shouting over the deafening music, "I can’t believe you have to work with that b***h Nicole!"
I rolled my eyes, the tequila shot I’d just taken warming me from the inside. "I can’t believe it either," I replied, scanning the packed club. Jess had suggested we come to Club Fire to blow off some steam. It was nice, but nothing like the exclusive billionaire’s club.
"Here, another round!" Jess shoved two more tequila shots toward me.
I shook my head and pushed them back. "No more for now."
"Don’t ruin the night," she pouted, trying to persuade me.
"I won’t, promise," I reassured her. "I just don’t want to get drunk too early. The night’s still young."
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