POV: Florence
We arrived at the club about an hour after my mother's suggestion morphed into an actual plan. Different venue from the last one, but just as electric. Bodies pressed together everywhere I looked - hot, sweaty, and completely unbothered. A few couples weren't even pretending they'd be leaving separately.
Killian led us up to a VIP section on the second floor. Quieter than the chaos below, it featured a private bar and a scattering of low tables with plush benches.
"Shots!" Charlotte shouted.
The whole group cheered like she'd announced world peace.
Killian nodded to the bartender, and shots began lining up along the bar. While we waited, I let myself appreciate the view. Toned arms, capable hands, a tattoo creeping out from under one sleeve and another disappearing into
