Amelia’s POV
“Hurry up, we're going to miss out on the fun!” Nadya yells the minute we step into the club. The smell of Jägar and strong alcohol instantly attacked my sense of smell.
The dancefloor is full and the phrase ‘packed like sardines’ comes to mind.
“Come on!” she yells from behind, taking me by the arm.
I find it increasingly hard to manoeuvre around the sweaty bodies on the dance floor. I proceed to push my way through the crowd with only one destination in mind.
The bar.
With a little push from Nadya behind me, I find myself there. Finally ready to order a few shots for the night.
”Four shots of tequila, and two Budweisers please,” Nadya yells over the loud bass currently pounding throughout the club as I lean on the counter.
“Coming right up ladies,” the bartender o
