"ID, please?" The security guard asked.
Angelica flashed her ID card, while Flinn, staring at her, did the same.
"Didn't you say you lost your wallet?"
Angelica winced, but the man was flushed red with drinks and had no seriousness left to actually challenge her.
"I'm drunk, alright. I didn't realize I had it." She shrugged.
"I don't believe you."
Angelica didn't wait for debate. She grabbed his hand and pulled him through the heavy doors of the club she'd spotted earlier.
It was the strip club.
As soon as she passed the heavy door, the bass hit her like a physical blow, vibrating through her body, setting into her thoughts.
She breathed in the scent of exotic drinks, perfume, and much more. The voices in her head vanished completely.
Where she felt alive again, Flinn struggled to handle the pressure.
