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The Hellcat was crowded with people. Drunken bodies were seemingly crammed from wall to wall, swaying aimlessly due to the alcohol. Fluorescent, coruscating lights pulsed throughout the otherwise darkened room and heavy music roared, which was only competed for in volume by the raucous shouts and drunken laughter swarmed the club. The smell of sweat and sex cloaked the room in a hazy cloud. It was unbearable.
Upon her arrival, Lola had positioned herself on a stool behind the bar and her continuous orders of drinks meant that she had not shifted from this position. She had cocktails, lager, spirits and hard, hard liquor. What else did she need to drown her sorrows?
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After Lola's swift exit from the motel, Alex had felt awful. Everything that she had seen had been completely stripped of context and she needed to know the truth. Alex needed to speak to Lola at all costs.
As soon as she had fled the room, he had rushed to the car park as quickly as he could, only to discover himself to be too late, as she was already gone. Matt being the only person left in the car park, Alex had asked him if he knew where she had gone and he had mentioned 'The Hellcat.' Alex barely knew the place and had no idea how accurate this information was, but it was his only hope of finding Lola. After a speedy drive to the club and an agonisingly long wait in the queue outside, he had eventually been permitted inside.
Immediately after entering through the side door, Alex was hit by the intense volume of fortissimo rave music and intoxicated yelling. The amount of people inside surpassed all of his expectations and finding Lola seemed to be an impossible undertaking. It was possible that she had already left or may never have come in the first place, but he had to look for her nonetheless. He had to find her.
Since his sole focus was finding Lola, Alex didn't need to be swarmed and distracted by fans, tonight of all nights. In order to not draw attention to himself, he popped up the collar of his leather jacket and placed a pair of sunglasses over his eyes, which had previously been kept in his pocket. His disguise was mediocre at best, but he hoped that people would be too engrossed in the music and alcohol to pay him any attention.
As Alex scanned the room, his eyes drifted from the dance floor to the girls huddled by the toilets to the men seemingly participating in a drug deal and finally, to the bar. The bar. That's where she was.
Positioned with her arms folded on the bar in a carefree manner and her legs swinging beneath the tall stool, Lola was sat with a Cosmopolitan in her hand, sipping it slowly. She appeared to be in deep conversation with the bartender. Being some distance away and with the overwhelming volume of the club, Alex couldn't hear any of the conversation, but the barman must have said something funny by the way Lola was laughing.
