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“Why are we in a club again?”
“Because bars are for conversations and moping. We’re here to have fun.”
The lights and music of The Kaleidoscope were dizzying. Everything was loud and shifting around. Dozens of people squeezed together on a dance floor, all trying to forget the day and lose themselves in the music. It’s not the kind of place Ben thought he would ever be in. A place where the drugs were cheap but the liquor was cheaper.
Mal danced around him, pulling him close before pushing him away. An intoxicating cycle that he couldn’t help but love. He knew that she chose this place because of all the VKs that haunted it. This was a safe haven for them.
Just looking around he could spot several of them, Uma and Harry dancing impossibly close, CJ Hook pulling Freddie Facilier onto the dance floor, and a few others he recognized but couldn’t quite name. Two women with wild black curls grinding on each other. Black and white hair pressing kisses on a better dressed man. A woman with limp green hair snorting something off a table. A trio of platinum blondes gossiping over drinks.
They covered the place. Ben wouldn’t be surprised if Evie or Carlos bought the place to make sure it was safe. However, now wasn’t the time to be thinking of that. Or at all.
He told Mal where he was going before making his way to the bar. Downing two shots before getting his and Mal’s preferred drinks, he made his way back over. Ben handed Mal her drink, flashing a smile as he took a sip from his. She was right, tonight was a night of fun. A night to lose himself and just be a person in the crowd.