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The heavy beats of the EDM pop song could be heard from miles away as I headed to Apex Fusion, the nightclub Bryson’s friend owned. I was greeted by the bodyguard who immediately recognized me and entered the land full of sweat, s*x, and hair gel. It was a Friday night and the crowd came in full force, ready to party the weekend away. As the neon lights danced and their body moved, I meandered my way upstairs to the balcony of the VIP lounge, shoving some people in the process.
I needed a drink, a strong one.
“Hey, man,” A hand clapped my back, “glad you could make it.” It was Bryson and he had the biggest grin on his face. Clubbing was more up his alley than mine, but I decided to say f**k it today. Besides, we needed to talk.
“Hey,” I said sourly.
“You know, you can at least p
