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[right][b][color=65FF00]Time:[/color][/b] Night 
[b][color=65FF00]Location:[/color][/b] Trance Club
[b][color=65FF00]Interactions:[/color][/b] [color=a4dfcd]NPCs[/color]
[b][color=65FF00]Vibes:[/color][/b]  [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oOni4BMeMp0]”Pretty lil' thing, you got a bag and now you wildin'...”[/url]
[b][color=65FF00]Outfit:[/color][/b] [url=https://urcdn.eu/styles/a7d2522d-47fd-4333-8a6e-4b33e8f30f83_original?b]Genny Club Gear[/url][/right]
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[color=a4dfcd]“I-I can’t go back out th-there!”[/color] Charlotte moaned, face buried in the toilet bowl. [color=a4dfcd]“If the girls see me like this, they...they’ll…”[/color] She hiccuped, unable to finish her sentence. 

[color=65FF00]”They’ll make you go home, I know.”[/color] Genny murmured, continuing to rub soothing circles into Charlotte’s back with one hand. The other gently grasped the girl’s shoulder length hair, keeping it out of the line of fire. [color=65FF00]“But, you can’t stay locked up in this bathroom forever. And, between you and me, I think that you want to go home and lay on the couch with all your friends. I know I would.”[/color]

Charlotte glanced back at Genny, her lower lip pushed out in a trembling pout. [color=a4dfcd]“I just don’t want them to feel sorry for me, ya know?”[/color]

Genny chuckled at the thought, shaking her head. [color=65FF00]“They love you, and they want you to get better. That’s not ‘feeling sorry for you’.”[/color] Removing the hand she had on her back, she extended it toward Charlotte, offering to help her up. 

With a soft sigh, Charlotte accepted the hand, and they approached the bathroom sink together. Charlotte’s makeup was a disaster, and her breath stunk to high heavens. Digging into her purse, Genny retrieved a mini, single-use toothbrush and a travel-size container of baby wipes. 

[color=a4dfcd]“Wow,”[/color] Charlotte forcibly chuckled. [color=a4dfcd]“You really come prepared.”[/color] Taking the wipes, she began to strip her face of makeup. [color=a4dfcd]“Did you...uh...did you want to come back to my place? Hang out with me and the girls?”[/color] The offer was quiet, tentative. 

Genny cocked her head at the invite, slightly surprised. [color=65FF00]“Thank you, but...I think I’ll stay here.”[/color]

Charlotte nodded, and the rest of their time together was spent in silence. Finally, once Charlotte gave the okay, Genny escorted her back to her friends. Waving off the group, Genny stood alone at the table they had purchased for the next hour and a half. Sighing, she plopped down into the booth, pouring herself a glass of vodka over ice and topping it off with some cranberry juice. She sipped it, considering the girls who had been her ‘friends’ for the past hour. They had all been well-off, especially Charlotte. They came from somewhere else in the county, Charlotte had just gone through a nasty breakup...and that was about all Genny knew of them. 

Did she feel bad about mooching off of them? Yes. She had lied to them about her friends ditching her to go to The Pit, and they had accepted her like she was one of them. She really was trashy. It made her a horrible person, but was that really news?

Still, it didn’t prevent her from plucking up the incredibly generous tip they left on the table. She promised herself that she’d present it to the pack, or maybe pick up some drinks for Liam and Boris on her way back home. There was a Starbucks nearby, she remembered. Counting it, she was unsurprised by how much it was, slipping the wad of money into a hidden pocket in her purse to protect it. They probably felt bad about whoever had to clean up after Charlotte. 

After finishing a couple more vodka cranberries, she made her way out of the VIP section and toward the bar. She didn’t necessarily need more to drink, but she did want someone to talk to. She didn’t like being left with her thoughts, and the longer she lingered at the table, the more likely she’d be to return the stolen money. Luckily for her, the bar was always busy here, so she figured it wouldn’t be too hard to spark up a conversation. 

Almost immediately after settling onto a barstool, someone came to attend to her. Trance really did have good service. 

[color=a4dfcd]“What can I get you?”[/color] The bartender asked, dark brown eyes sweeping over her. [color=a4dfcd]“You look like a gin and tonic type.”[/color] 

[color=65FF00]“Mmm, Malibu sunset, actually.”[/color] She was in the mood for something sweet. 

The bartender nodded, moving to prepare her drink. In the meantime, Genny turned on her stool, staring out into the crowd.