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“I’m so excited,” I say, brushing my hair.
“Yes, it’s going to be fun. I’m glad that we’re having our birthday party at the Wicked Nights club because I didn’t want those stupid club whores around,” Wynter says, shaking her head.
“Yeah, I can’t stand them,” I say, grabbing my booties.
“I’m ready,” Wynter says, running her fingers through her hair.
“Yes, let’s go to the club,” I say, smiling.
“Blood will meet me there, because he had to do a run,” Wynter says, as we walk out of my room.
We get to the club, and the parking lot is full. We park at the back and get out. We enter the club through the back door.
We make our way to the club, walking down the hallway. We walk across the room and stop at the bar, smiling.
“War and Poison did a great job,” Wynter says, smiling.
“Yeah, I love it,” I say, nodding.
I turn around to get something to drink. I wave at the Bartender leaning on the bar countertop.
“What can I get you?” the Bartender asks, wiping behind the bar.
“Tequila bottle, shot glasses, and limes,” I say, smiling.
“One sec,” the Bartender says, nodding.
“So, we’re going to get drunk,” Wynter says, smiling.
“Hell yes! We have to celebrate,” I say, nodding.
I look around the club, yes, looking for Fiend. I chew my lower lip and pull out my cell phone from my cute cross-body purse. I slide my fingers over the screen and text.
Autumn ~ Where are you?
Fiend ~ I’m on my way.
Autumn ~ Awesome.
“Happy birthday,” War says, walking up to us.
He hugs us and kisses our cheeks. Poison does the same, swaying to the music.
“Happy birthday,” Poison yells, waving her hands above her.
“Thank you,” I say, laughing.
“Oh yeah! It’s my Birthday,” Wynter says, waving her arms.
I turn to the bartender to pour the tequila into the shot glasses. After he pours the tequila, I hand one to War, Poison, Wynter, and myself.
“To my beautiful sisters,” War yells, raising his arm.
“To Wynter and Autumn,” Poison says, raising her arm.
We click our shot glasses and drink it down. I take a lime and salt, I suck the lime, swaying to the music.
“Hell, what about us,” Vicious yells, walking over.
