*The club*
‘Come on, Maxine!’ Said Rebecca, smiling. She tugged on Max’s hand, the bracelets on her wrist clanking as she dragged Max inside the club.
‘I dunno,’ said Max, pushing a thick ringlet behind her ear. ‘Maybe I’ll just head home.’
‘What?’ said Rebecca, who stopped in her tracks and put her hands on her waist and pouted. Her eyes shone in annoyance. ‘You are coming in here. You are going to dance. And you are going to have a good time,’ she said.
‘But Andrew used to take me here,’ Said Max plaintively.
‘Fuck Andrew,’ said Rebecca. ‘He is an asshole for breaking up with you.’ She looked at Max in her off-the-shoulder black dress, her stiletto boots. She laughed. ‘I mean look at you,’ she said. ‘How could anyone in their right mind want to dump that?’
‘You…you think so?’ Said Max, shyly.
‘Of course,’ said Rebecca. ‘I’ll prove it.’ She turned away from Max. ‘‘Hey,’ said yelled, grabbing two guys that were walking past, one in jeans and a shirt, the other on a baseball cap and hoodie. ‘Is my friend hot?’