I groan, leaning my chin on my hand as I sip a bland margarita. my eyes scan the crowd, mostly perverts. although, that's what this place is for. whatever. I look at my friend Chris, who's flirting with some waitress with clothes skimpy enough to pass as a bathing suit. my gaze drifts back to the crowd, latching to a familiar face. my eyes widen. you're here?
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