[center] Yvette made her way into the club. It took her even longer to get in than it had before. She didn't like just how crowded it was; it was due to make that guy a lot harder to find. She winced at the thought that he might even find someone else to dance with. 
She headed straight for the bar, having to dodge people again as she did before. She ducked the same drunken swing of arms, the same liquor breathed losers, but she made it. She sat down for a few minutes and decided to see if he'd come back. She merely pulled out her phone and waited to see if he'd show up; there was no way she'd find him through this crowd.
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