@NIGHT CLUB
Cassandra's point of view
It's already 8 pm in the evening and gladly I manage to escape from my mother who's trying to talk to me but I always find a way how to prevent it. Somehow having freedom for a short time relieved me, and it's finer to me than being stuck in the same house with my mom. I'm sure she's worried, but I choose to ignore her. So, I have to mark my words.
"Still not parched?" Trevor asked me after I emptied the fifth bottle of beer, which is too early to be drunk.
"I can still make it until midnight," I answered.
"That's great. I mean, I don't need to carry you because I might be caught dead by your mother."
"Absolutely," I chuckled and open another bottle of beer, and then chug it.
"Easy, Cassandra. I started thinking you're no longer the feminine
