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the wall, kept the tray in front of me, and watched the people. When it was nearing midnight, Beth returned. Her hair was sweaty and slicked back from her face. Her face was red. When I saw the hickey on the side of her neck, I didn’t ask what she’d been doing. I hadn’t seen her on the dance floor.
    “Did you have fun?” She hopped onto the stool across from me and yelled over the table.
    I indicated the tray, still full with the drinks. “Loads.”
    “Sorry.”
    She didn’t look it.
    She started searching the dance floor. “A lot of my friends come here. It’s an underground club.”
    I had gathered.
    She kept going, “I’m a big band junkie and these guys are one of my favorites.”
    “What’s their name?”
    “Do Cocktails.”
    “Nice name.”
    “Yeah.” She flashed me a grin. Her eyes were glazed over and the smile was sloppy. I wondered if she’d been doing more than drinking, but I didn’t ask. It wasn’t my business and it wasn’t my place to judge. A yawn came over her and she fought it off before leaning closer. “Listen, you want to leave? I’ll call a cab for us.”
    “What about your cousin?”
    She shrugged. “She’s with that guy. Don’t worry. She’s been with him before.”
    With him before? Duly noted. I nodded. “Okay. Sure.”
    She pulled out her phone. After she called for the cab, she yelled again, “It’ll be about twenty minutes.”
    “They know this place?”
    “Oh yeah. All the cab companies do. Sometimes they don’t even charge, but we’ll get charged tonight.”
    “Why’s that?”
    She gestured to me. “Because of you.”
    Me? I looked down. Why me?
    “You look rich.”
    “I do?” I only wore jeans and a gray shirt. There wasn’t anything special about my outfit and I never wore make-up.
    “Yep. You might think you’re being simple, but I can tell you’ve got money.” When she saw that I was dumbfounded, she waved it away. “Don’t worry. Kara and Tiffany are like that too. They try to look like that, though. You just exude it or whatever.”
    I wasn’t sure how to take that. I didn’t want to be like either of them.
    Beth’s phone lit up and she hopped off the stool. “Come on, cab’s here. That was a lot quicker than I thought.”
    She led the way, weaving through the crowd. When we neared the door, I saw her cousin not far. She was being pressed against the wall by a different guy. His tongue was inside her mouth and his hand was underneath her bra.
    I tapped Beth on the shoulder and pointed. “It’s a new guy and your cousin lost her shirt.”
    She grinned, not the reaction I was expecting. We both watched as the guy started to undo her jeans and slide them down.
    My eyes bulged out. They were going to have sex, right there, in front of everyone. My hand wrapped around Beth’s arm. “Stop them.”
    “Why?” She shrugged. “That’s why she came.”
    From a different tone in her voice, I edged back a step and gave her another more measuring look. “Is that why you came here?”
    She could’ve gotten mad. She didn’t. Another jerk of the shoulder as she mused, sounding bored, “I don’t do it in public. Hannah doesn’t give a shit. She will in a few months, but she doesn’t care right now.”
    Trips to Club T took on a whole other feel to me now. Why did Kara want me to be friends with them again?
    “Come on.” Beth tugged me out the door.
    A cab was waiting for us and she darted into the back door as another group started towards it as well. They stopped, but moved closer again when she left the door open. Her head popped out and she shouted at me, “I’m sharing with her.” She pointed at me. “Not you guys.”
    “Oh,” one of the guys groaned, but their entire group stopped.
    As I hurried past them and climbed inside, the cab started forward. It was cold in contrast to the club that had been overheated with human bodies. Beth started to shiver and the cab filled with the smell of sweat quickly dissipating. I looked at