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unless you have a death wish,” Clarice
said, eyeing her cousin sternly while the two friends pondered
Clarice’s declaration.
    Yes, Clarice thought. She might be
old and yes, she might be on the shelf, but it wasn’t too late yet
to find her own family, her very own husband, and find love.
Starting tonight, she was going to reverse the clock. Tonight, they
were going clubbing!

CHAPTER 3
     
     
    This is definitely my scene, Hunter
thought as the loud beat of music rushed through his bloodstream,
pumping him up with adrenaline. And he wasn’t the only one that
felt this way. Everyone around him was gyrating to the nonstop
music, their bodies rubbing up and down each other to the sound of
the beat, crushing, pushing, swaying, moving until they didn’t look
like individual dancers out to enjoy themselves, but one gigantic
mass, melting together on the dance floor.
    The atmosphere was high, as if they were all
addicted to this infinite drug. As the music increased in tempo, so
did their energy level. The air itself was a mixture of sweat and
perfume, intoxicating and overpowering his olfactory sense. But,
man oh man, did he love it. He felt so alive, so happy, so
carefree.
    Looking around him, all he saw was a sea of
blurry faces, each consumed in their own world of passion. He tried
to keep to the centre of the dance floor, where all the action took
place, but as more people clamored into the throng, the others got
pushed to the side. Himself included.
    As he took a side step to avoid another wave
of bodies hitting him, he collided with something soft. Turning to
see what he’d damaged, he found the sexiest girl he’d ever laid
eyes on. She looked up at him and at that very moment, as if they
sang the same tune, she gave him a seductive smile. He, in turn,
smiled at her.
    Liking what she saw, the girl moved towards
him. Her hands immediately went to capture his neck, and as the
music changed from Lady Gaga’s “Applause” to J.Lo’s “Papi,” she was
butt-swinging around him, arms and legs assaulting him at every
turn, and man was he turned on.
    The mysterious girl suddenly leaned into his
lips, nipping and sucking at him like there was no tomorrow, until
he was puffed out of energy, his lungs starved for oxygen. There
was no electricity shooting through his body, just a lapping,
distasteful kiss, the amount of saliva flooding the floor of his
mouth almost drowning him alive.
    How can someone so hot be such a bad
kisser? Hunter thought as his libido got crushed. Pushing the
girl away gently, he went in search of water for his parched
throat. How ironic when just mere moments before he was almost
drowned in her saliva. The girl looked slightly wounded for a
second but then was off galloping to her next victim like the
trollop she likely was. Hunter felt sorry for the poor sod who
would experience the same predicament he just did.
    Paving his way to the bar was an incredible
mission that required more than strength and stamina. Standing at
almost 1.9 meters tall, he still had to squeeze past those
high-craze, energetic animals, like raging bulls, their heads
bumping into him at every turn. The more he tried squeezing between
them, the more he was pushed back, like a rag doll tossed
about.
    Summoning his energy, he willed himself
forward, pushing among those sweaty bodies until he was safely on
the other side of the dance floor. By then he realized he needed
more than just the standard drink to get his energy up and pumping
again. Again, he cursed himself for not eating beforehand. Dancing
really was a strenuous exercise in itself.
    When Hunter reached the bar, he eyed the
bartender, slamming his hand down on the counter and shouting for a
pint of Speight’s, but the bartender was blind to his request, as
he was currently in an argument with a couple of women. Inching
closer, he heard them speak.
    “She’s thirty,” one of the women said to the
bartender.
    “Thank you, Whitney, for clarifying,” the
other one