The dim surroundings, flashing multicolored lights, ear-splitting music, and the pungent smell of weed and plastic—everything here was completely different from the dance party Gwen had imagined, supposedly organized by her high school classmates.
The moment she entered and saw the scene, Gwen had wanted to take the two underage girls and leave. It was not because they were dressed like country bumpkins and clashed with the nightclub's trendy atmosphere, but because minors simply should not have been in a place like this.
Only, Skye and Lorna, who had never seen anything like this before, wanted to stay. Gwen also spotted classmates she knew, which made the older girl lower her guard slightly.
Gwen took a step back. She could treat it as broadening their horizons. The entrance fee would not be refunded just because they left early. No matter how much the girls had paid, they had paid it. Still, she forbade the two little girls from touching any alcoholic drinks.
A group of people who had graduated from the same high school gathered together, each bringing dates or friends they had met in college. They danced, drank alcohol, soda, and juice, yet their moods were inevitably swept up by everyone else's madness.
Small groups of girls were constantly invited out to dance by unfamiliar handsome guys. Some college boys, seeing pretty girls dancing wildly on the dance floor, worked up the courage to sway their way over.
Rather than meeting new people, Skye and Lorna went to the dance floor together.
Lorna's tomboyish appearance, like Dane's, was not uncommon in a nightclub. Her eye-catching short green hair was merely seen as a symbol of rebellion. Skye, on the other hand, wore a pink T-shirt featuring a cartoon unicorn made of sequins—so tacky that people kept their distance.
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