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Fred rubbed her hands together. Waving two little baggies, one filled with white powder, the other with pills, she said, âGuess whoâs got coke, molly, and an invite to the new club opening?â She flashed a mischievous grin. It was the kind of night meant for her. Warm, but with a slight breeze. Some kind of energy in the air. Potential. The potential for what? Trouble, of course, according to her. âYou donât get a say, youâre coming with me. I wonât take no for an answer, so donât even bother trying to turn it down.â
Mina smirked as the other waved the baggies around, flashing her own bag open for a second to reveal her stash of coke, âA girl after my own heart.â She chuckled, closing her bag again and running a hand through her hair, âI wouldnât dare turn this opportunity down. It would be completely offbrand- which I strive to never be. It feels like a night for bad decisions and, obviously, a lot of fun.âÂ











