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shrugged her off and walked on past into the rest of the dancing people.
    It was only then that Violet realized she had lost her
friends.
    Shit .
    She quickly scanned the patrons, searching for Nicole and
Amelia. Between several more drinks, songs, and random strangers wanting to
dance, the girls must have gotten separated. Pushing through the faceless
strangers, Violet tried clearing her thoughts enough to resemble being sober.
    Drunk and lost was not a good look on a woman.
    Violet scanned the people at the bar, and didn’t recognize
the backs of the people or the dresses she knew her friends were wearing. She
was just about to turn and go back onto the dance floor, but a buzz coming from
inside her small clutch stopped her.
    She pulled out her phone, and sighed at the name lighting
up the screen.
    Nicole’s message scrolled across the touch screen: Near
the entrance. Help.
    Violet shoved her phone back into the clutch and changed
directions toward the front of the club. She found Nicole and Amelia together,
but one was looking a hell of a lot worse for wear than the other. Nicole was
holding onto their friend, and pushing the hair out of Amelia’s eyes, trying to
talk to her.
    Amelia wasn’t responding all that well by the looks of it.
    Violet knew they had all drank quite a bit, but not that
much.
    “What happened?” Violet asked, bending down to help
straighten Amelia’s short dress.
    Nicole huffed as she forced a slurring, confused Amelia to
lean against her side. “I don’t know. One minute we were laughing, I danced
with a guy and turned my back on her, and the next …”
    “She was like this?”
    “She was on the floor and some guy was laughing as he tried
to pick her up,” Nicole said, scowling.
    Violet shuddered at her friend’s implication. “She was fine
before?”
    “A little drunk. We all are.”
    True enough.
    “Did she take anything?” Violet asked.
    It wouldn’t be such a shock if that’s what Amelia had done.
They weren’t entirely innocent. Sometimes, they experimented with different
things, but they were always careful about it and stayed together.
    Nicole shook her head. “She would have said something.
Someone might have dropped something on her. Can we just get her out of here
before something else happens?”
    That sounded like a good idea.
    Violet moved forward, grabbing Amelia’s arm and helping
Nicole to move their friend away from the wall. It wasn’t easy, considering
Amelia seemed to have the balance of a baby that couldn’t walk.
    “You girls need some help?” came a voice from behind them.
    Violet glanced back at the person who had asked the
question. It was the same fool from earlier, who had tried kissing her neck
after she’d told him not to. He had “bad” written all over him—and not in a
good kind of way.
    “No, we’re—”
    Violet’s words cut off when someone slammed into Nicole
from the other side of their three-person chain. She went sprawling to the
floor, along with her friends. Above the music, people, and someone’s
apologies, she heard what sounded like the crunch of glass.
    “Shit,” Violet muttered, reaching for Amelia.
    Nicole was doing the same, but a thick streak of red
dripped down her arm, and she had tears in her eyes. “Someone dropped a glass,”
her friend said in explanation.
    It looked pretty bad—deep.
    Chances were, Nicole needed to get that checked out.
    Great .
    Like Nicole could read her mind, she said, “Let’s just
worry about getting Amelia out of here, okay?”
    Violet nodded, and the two got Amelia back on her feet and
moving toward the door again.
    Unfortunately, a bull of a man stepped in front of them,
stopping the girls entirely. His thick, tall build forced Violet to look up at
gray eyes and a scowling face. He pointed at Amelia.
    “What’s wrong with that one?” he asked.
    Violet’s mouth clamped shut.
    Nicole spoke instead. “Nothing, she’s drunk.”
    “She would have been escorted out already,”