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with you," I say. I loop my arm through hers as we walk close together to combat the chill. She drops my phone in her purse.
    “ Really? You won’t go home with him if he comes around with those too big eyes and gives you a bullshit apology?” She’s skeptical.
    "I don't want an apology," I say. "I think I'm really done."
    The club is packed for such a cold night, but Allie and I head toward the bar and to Billy, our favorite bartender ever. I keep thinking if only I’d been different with Jack. Maybe I shouldn’t have come to the club at all, instead choosing to stay at the bar and talk to him. He’s probably already met someone else by now if he was on the prowl. The thought threatens to spoil my good mood.
    “ There’s my girls!” Billy booms at us. He's close to fifty with a shaved head and a jolly face. Allie and I are his favorites and he always watches out for us.
    “ What up, Billy Boy?” Allie asks, leaning over and planting a glossy kiss on his chubby cheek.
    “ Good crowd, lots of short skirts and hard nipples tonight.” Billy chuckles and looks me up and down, but in a non-creeper way. “I see you’re in that group, huh?”
    I’m wearing a black skirt, not really meant to be as short as it is, but with my ass, it’s pretty short, with black stockings and a light white jacket over an itchy as hell sequin tube top. My big boobs almost pop out at the top. I smile awkwardly and remind myself to never let Allie choose clothes for me again.
    Bodies move en masse on the dance floor and I'm itching to join in. The vibration travels through the ground and up through my bones. I feel exhilarated as the bass line thumps from the speakers.
    “ So which of my girls is drinking tonight?” He clenches his fist and holds the familiar line of stir straws out to us. Allie closes her eyes and pulls a straw and I do the same.
    “ Hell yeah!” Allie says, looking at her long straw. She dances it back and forth in front of my face.
    “ Looks like she is,” I mope, holding out the short straw for Billy to see. Allie and I take turns so that when one of us is drunk, the other is stone cold sober. I almost always get the short straw.
    "Gimme my shots, Billy Boy!" Allie cries, drumming her hands on the bar. I hate when she drinks Tequila. It's more likely to end the night early with her hung over the toilet and me holding her hair. He lines up three neon shot glasses and sloshes the brown liquid hell into them. She grabs a lemon and some salt and I cringe. A lick of her hand, sprinkling of salt and then she slams the shots, one by one. I watch as Allie licks her hand and sucks the lemon. Billy then hands Allie a Corona and a wedge of lime. I watch as she presses down it into the neck of the bottle with her tongue and Billy chuckles. I groan because it's gonna be one of those fucking nights.
    The familiar thump thump of my favorite dance song starts up and Allie whoops her dancing catcall in my ear. She takes a deep drink of the Corona before she grabs my hand and pulls me to the dance floor. People crowd us on all sides as Florence Welch’s eerily beautiful voice flows out over the bass of Calvin Harris’ mind thumping beat.
    You took my heart and you held it in your mouth. And with a word, all my love came rushing out.
     
    The music beats in my ears, but it goes everywhere. I close my eyes, moving with everything this body will offer and shake my ass. Allie grinds against me and we dance together as only best friends can.
    And every whisper, it’s the worst, emptied out by a single word. There is a hollow in me now.
    My hands move over my head, the music hitting such a good part of me and relieving all my pent up tension. The pressure of someone dancing up behind me interrupts my lack of thoughts and I open my eyes.
    “ Hey there,” Nick half-shouts in my ear. Disappointment mocks me and I realize I wanted it to be Jack, even though I know he said he didn’t like this kind of fun.
    “ What do you want?” I