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Maya pushed off the wall when Trevor finally emerged from the bathroom with a warm, if coy, smile. 

[color=FireBrick]“Well, my sisters abandoned me to wait outside, so I decided to have some fun here. I wasn’t going to-”[/color]

She was cut off from what was going to be a lengthy rant ripping into the other coven members for daring to force her to wait outside a perfectly good club when Trevor grabbed her hand. And she totally did not blush. It was awkward how he asked her to dance, but it was cute and she wasn’t exactly going to say no to the guy she’d been intensively hitting on for weeks. 

[color=FireBrick]“Sure, let’s dance,” [/color]she said as she let him drag her back properly into the club. She used the crush of bodies around them, people dancing or ogling at the strippers, to press closer to Trevor. She wouldn’t want to lose him, right? 

[color=FireBrick]“So,” [/color]she started when they found a place in the club, moving her hand out of his so that she could drape her arms over his shoulders (which she could easily do wearing heels). [color=FireBrick]“What are you doing in Miami?” [/color]

It was pretty suspicious he was in the same club the coven’s meeting was in, and he was definitely there on DENs duty, but Maya also didn’t really care. If it gave her a chance to get somewhere with him? Well, that was all that mattered.

[color=FireBrick]“Not that I’m bothered at all, if you’re here to keep an eye on us,”[/color] she smirked, lowering her voice slightly. [color=FireBrick]“I’m just glad to see you.”[/color]

Laying it on thick. It was bound to work, right?

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Isla had already taken a large gulp of the coke she’d gotten when she noticed Madison shaking her head at her. Oh, fuck, she probably shouldn’t have drank that… but she was fucking parched from the heat in this place, she wasn’t used to it. And she’d watched them pour the drink the whole time. There was absolutely no way they’d managed to slip something in there.

Right? 

She managed to listen to what was being said, only zoning out the normal Isla amount, for a few minutes afterwards. See, everything was fine, nothing to-

Wait, since when were there two Madisons? She turned to look at the girl with wide, completely out of it eyes. The screaming going on didn’t quite reach her ears as she looked around the constantly shifting room.

Fuck, the tiny functioning part of her brain thought. Why didn’t they just give her a sleeping drug?

This was much worse. The whole room was swaying with weird colours, people were multiplying and her head felt like it was buzzing. Or maybe there were bees in the room? She would not be surprised after everything she’d seen. She narrowed her eyes and started looking around constantly, as if she was looking for something. The constant movement had her vision blurring even further. 

Her eyes landed on the woman holding up a gun… all three of her. Was it even a gun? Looked pretty fake. It was almost like a cowboy in some kind of old movie she’d watched. 

Isla burst out laughing, a sudden giggling fit overcoming her. It was just two ridiculous, having those three comical looking cowboys (cowgirls?) pointing a massive gun at them. The more she looked the more said cowgirls looked more and more like someone right out of a movie. She doubled over in laughter.

[color=f26522]"Is everyone a cowboy in this part of the world?"[/color] she muttered, voice much louder to everyone else than it sounded to her ears.

Fuck, this was too much. She snorted, mouth suddenly dry as she felt more and more out of it. Not really noticing what she was doing, giggling finally subsiding, she took another drink.