The bass hit the floor so hard I felt it in my ribs. Neon lights flickered above, bodies pressed together in every direction, and the air reeked of sweat, perfume, and spilled alcohol. This wasn’t just a club, it was chaos dressed up with strobe lights. Exactly what I needed.
Nova and I pushed through the crowd, and heads turned, just like she predicted. Whistles, stares, lingering looks that slid down my thighs like hands. Normally, I’d have rolled my eyes, but tonight I wanted it. I wanted to be seen.
We found the bar, and Nova slammed her hand down on the counter like she owned it. “Two shots of tequila,” she told the bartender.
When the glasses landed in front of us, she raised hers high. “Cheers to bad decisions only.”
I clinked mine against hers. “Cheers to forgetting stupid desi
