They arrived at the night club and made our way in. The night club where Ariana her met Martin a year ago.
Ariana was hit with the strong smell of alcohol, different cologne smell and the loud amplified music the minute she stepped in. Jeremy weaved through the guys and girls like a pro, his smile wider than the golden gates; he was enjoying this more than I was. Of course he would, he was the one who brought up the clubbing idea in the first place.
They slip in among the crowd, a bee line for the bar. Jeremy turned to the bartender and they greeted themselves and talked for a while before ordering three glass of whiskey.
The crowd is out in force and ready to party. The drinks are flowing across the tables just as fast as the bartenders can make them, conversation is loud and patrio
