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"We're just friends, Taco. Shut up." Randy laughs, shutting down the instigator as they all enter the club. Chang gang was at a club today, celebrating their success with the casino heist.

"Yeah, right. Shouldn't have matched then," Taco rolls his eyes, walking past the two. 

"I still don't get how both of us wearing black leather is matching." Randy turns to Ray, laughing.

Ray chuckles softly at his comment, looking at their clothing— Matching clothing. She shakes her head, dismissing the thoughts and emotions swirling around in her head. 

"He's just trying to instigate, leave it." She assured Randy, putting a hand on his shoulder and squeezing before walking past him and further into tequila- la. Randy furrows his brows at her actions, confused. He was confused as to why she was acting so strange.

Usually when Taco instigates, or anyone for that matter, she tells them off but always with humor. She never takes anything to heart so her gloomy expression confused Randy, he was concerned for his best friend. She should've been happy today because of their success and she was, it was just getting overpowered by her constant train of unsettling thoughts and questions. 

Her emotions are a mess. And to deal with that, she does the one thing she feels is right. She drinks them away. "One martini, please." She tells the bartender, sitting down on the stool. The bartender nods, making her drinks when she suddenly feels someone's hand wrap around her waist. 

She looks to her side, only to find her ride or die looking at her with a smile. "Don't drink too much, you brought your car." He chuckles at the girl, still keeping the grip on her waist.

Ray briefly looks at his hand, a lost expression on her face before looking back up at him. "I won't." She assures the man, knowing it's probably going to happen anyways while she sips on the drink.

"Alright then," He smiles, whisking the martini from her hand and grinning at her. "Have fun, Raymundo." He winks at her, walking away with her martini in his hand.

Ray sighs, looking back at the bartender who just nods with a small chuckle, making her another drink. "Addicted," She looks back at her gorl, sitting down on the stool next to her. "He's got you addicted to himself and you don't do anything about it."

Ray rolls her eyes at the red head. "I don't wanna talk about this again, April. I'm done." She smiles softly at the bartender, taking her second martini from her. "Gorl you need to tell him—"

"April, please. Let's just enjoy the party." Ray Mond huffs while April merely presses her lips into a thin line. She sighs. "Well you're not enjoying like this, are you? Come with me." She grabs her gorl's hand.

"April, I do not want to dance, really." The red head rolls her eyes at the girl. "Well, too bad. You're coming anyways." Ray smiles a little, shaking her head. "Fine." She chuckles softly. "But only for a bit.

"We'll see about that, little one," Says Novah as she helps April in getting the black head to the dance floor. Ray finally agrees with a giggle. Gulping down her drink, she follows her girls to the dance floor.

The whole time she's dancing, enjoying herself, letting herself go with the alcohol in her system and her girls by her side, she feels a gaze burning into her. Dancing around, every now and then her gaze locks with that of her day one's. Everytime, she quickly looks away from it, not being able to handle the intensity he is looking at her with.

"It's better to go dance with her than keep staring at her while she does it alone." Randy hears Ramee's voice but doesn't do anything to acknowledge his presence. One of his hands burried in his pants and the other holding his drink which he sips from every now and then, all while his gaze is settled on Ray Mond— burning into her.