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Nick was sweating profusely. The club was loud and overwhelming, and he found himself mesmerized by it against all odds. It was easy to lose himself in the crowd, easy to become member and witness all at once. He had almost been happy to see everyone disperse, even Izzy and Dex, after they rescued him by the bar. Without anyone watching, he felt his shoulders unwind.
He was at a club and he had no desire at all to leave. It was amazing. He finished off his beer and stood on the edge of the dance floor just bopping to the beat a little, letting the unfamiliar songs take him places. No one was watching him. That was the miracle letting him loose, allowing him to think, I can do this. I got this. Zoyka would be so proud when he told her. He swayed more, kept his eyes closed, got into it.
