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"My friend." She adds back, hanging up her phone. "He should be here soon."

Rehan nods. "Do you remember me?"

Zara looks at her again and shrugs. "Are you one of my brother's hipster friends he met on his art course?"

Rehan shakes her head and smiles. "No, but I am something to him. Well, I meant something to him at one point—"

"—Oh? You're the girl that he used to date and the one that he was more interested in being friends with."

"Yeah, I'm her."

"What was your name again? Raven? Rachel?"

"Rehan." She smiles back.

Zara nods. "Rehan's a pretty name."

"Thanks. So's Zara. Do you wanna come and join us in the VIP area? You're welcome to, if you feel like it."

"Thanks, but I think I'll chill out in the bar for a bit and wait there."

Rehan nods. "Sure, that's fine. I'll see you later then?"

"Bye."

Rehan walks back over to the VIP area and continues her game with Marco. Adnan decides to go for a walk and explore the club.

Within moments, he's hit on by a drunk woman, almost tripping over herself in six inch stilettos. Adnan helps her regain her balance and swiftly moves over to the dancing silhouettes by the DJ, almost colliding with them.

Placing his hand against the wall, he pushes himself back up and looks over at Adam who's, shaking his hips to the beat. Beside him is David, laughing:

"You can really move, Shakira." David jokes.

"Thanks, Rock. You should move more." Adam winks, holding him by the hands and facing him. David begins to sway from side to side. "Is this the only dance you know?"

David laughs and shakes his head, loosening his grip around Adam's sweaty palms. "I can twerk too."

"Oh?" Adam smirks, watching David attempt to shake his lack of buttocks. "Dude, you need to work out more."

"You think white people have no asses?" David winks.

"You said that, not me." Adam smiles. "I just said you need to work out more. Lift some weights. I'll bring you to the gym sometime."

"And then I'll have killer glutes like yours, right Beyonce?"

"Beyonce? More like Meh-once." Adnan says, walking over with a tray of drinks. David has a chuckle. "You liked that one?"

David nods. "Yeah, it was good. Wasn't it, Adam?"

Adam shrugs. "Better than a Dad joke, yeah."

"Mahmoud doesn't make very many jokes, does he?" Adnan asks as he sets the tray down on a nearby table.

"Nah, he's serious." Adam adds, taking the bright pink drink. "Wow, you even remembered to put the ice cubes in it this time."

Adnan laughs. "Yes, I did, Meh-once. Your diva antics made me remember this time."

"Maybe I should complain more often."

"Whatever you say, Cuz." Adnan sits down at the table and begins to watch them dance and drink. "David, dance faster!"

David laughs as he tirelessly tries to catch up with Adam's flawlessly executed dance routines. Adam keeps dancing faster and faster, sending David into a trance. Mesmerised by his moves, David stares at him, straining his eyes to absorb every flick, kick, split and shake.