Sloane threw her head back, a wide grin plastered across her face. She was already drunk and had been since she’d stepped into the club, intent on having a good night even if it meant drinking away everything that had been bothering her as of late--her fight with Ace, the awkwardness with Nathan, her inability to crack King, her confusion on what was going on with Tanner, and the overall thought that this trip had been a very bad idea. So she’d started drinking on the way to Tunnel, cradling bottles of liquor in the back of the limo she’d rented for she and her friends, well past tipsy by the time they made it to the club. It wasn’t long before entering that she’d drawn in a stranger and was roped into dancing. Her back pressed to him, his arms wrapping around her, hands sliding along her bare thighs and up over her stomach where she’d let someone paint glow-in-the-dark Starry Night on her soon after she’d entered. When she opened her eyes, she was met with a familiar face. Ignoring the roaming hands of the man grinding against her, she beamed, yelling over the pounding music. “This was a great idea!”
