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finally officially twenty-one, and I was super excited that we were on our way out to party in style, instead of at the crappy pub down the street from my apartment.
    Unlike my regular bar, where they’d been serving my fake ID for years, with its faded brick front and windows layered with decades of grime in the corners, this dance club was less than two years old and reeked of wealth. Three stories high, the bar dominated the block, and inside was a massive adult wonderland of three clubs in one. On the first floor was mostly techno and dance music, while the second floor was divided up into a large bar area and a VIP lounge filled with semi-private alcoves. The third floor was officially admin, but there were rumors that there were private rooms up there as well, that could be rented for a night of debauchery.
    I’d researched the club as soon as I’d found out I won three VIP tickets in some contest I didn’t remember entering, and couldn’t believe my good luck.
    On my right, Joy, my curvy blonde roommate and best friend who’d gotten an extra, extra helping of boobs from God and angelically cute dimples to match, gripped my hand then squeezed. “I can’t believe we’re going to Obsession! Thank you so much for bringing me, Hannah.”
    “Me neither,” Kayla chirped as our heels struck the pavement almost in sync. She had dark hair like mine, but hers was cut into a razor-sharp bob that accentuated her lean face. “You’re so lucky you won those VIP passes. There’s no way you could afford even a drink in this place if you hadn’t.”
    “Can you not be a bitch for one evening, Kayla?” Joy growled, and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.
    Unlike myself and Joy, Kayla came from money and her family was influential in the Tucson business community back home. Sometimes she could be a spoiled brat, and I’ve had to break up more than one fight between her and Joy, but we’ve been friends since were kids, so I’m used to her antics and usually just ignore them. It was easier to just give Kayla her way and move on.
    Smiling brightly at Kayla, and pretending I didn’t see Joy glaring at her, I acted as though I didn’t hear the implied insult and instead said in a bright voice, “You got that right. I don’t even remember entering the Facebook contest.”
    “You probably did it while you were drunk.” Kayla grinned, her new designer olive green silk dress flashing a good deal of her toned thigh as she walked. “Remember that time you ordered those god-awful beaded and rhinestone-encrusted duck sweaters off eBay?”
    “Do I ever,” I groaned while tugging at the hem of my dress as it tried to creep up. “I learned the hard way not to get wasted and go one-click shopping. Those things were expensive! A hundred and sixty dollars for a duck sweater. I had to pick up extra shifts at work to cover it.”
    My grin died off as we crossed the street, heat rising off the black pavement while we negotiated the slow-moving traffic. As the temperature dropped, more and more people had come out. An almost visible wave of excited energy rose off the long line of people winding around Obsession, all dressed to impress and waiting to get in. A wait we could skip, thanks to my lucky win.
    People in line watched us as we dared to strolled past them up the white marble steps leading to the domed entryway, probably wondering what the hell we were doing. When we approached the purple velvet ropes guarding the club entrance, I gave myself a little pep talk and tried to appear confident. Any other night of the week and I’d be stuck at the back of the line, waiting to maybe get inside. But tonight…tonight I was somebody. Kind of.
    Two of the four bouncers watching the entrance tilted their heads to watch us approach, then turned and spoke to each other in voices too low for me to hear. They were both very handsome Latino men who wore pitch-black suits, and in the deep purple-tinged lighting of the club’s exterior,