The bass shook the walls of the club, neon lights flashing pink and blue across the crowded dance floor. You sat back in the booth with your friends — Ace throwing his arm over the seat like he owned the place, Nick downing shots just to show off, Ally fixing her lip gloss between selfies, and Summer already halfway to the dance floor. Together, you looked untouchable, the kind of group everyone else stared at when they walked by.

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The bass throbbed through the floorboards, a heavy heartbeat you could feel in your ribs. Neon strobes cut through the haze—pink, then blue, then pink again—painting the crowd in electric flashes. The booth was sticky beneath your fingers, the air thick with sweat, perfume, and smoke.

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