Dana Jones, a 21-year-old girl, moves to a new town for her and starts living on her own, but little did she know the town already has its plans for her...
As soon as the evening's last ray of sunshine left West-end, Dean jumped up, opened the curtain and started yelling out of the blue.
"Well, finally! And this is every day. I'm so sick of this. I kinda live during the daytime, but at the same time I don't. Kayla! What did you do to me? Why? What if I wanna burn in the sun for once?! See it? No, dagnabbit, the only thing that doesn't burn me is the damn moon!"
"What are you so pissed off about now?!" Kayla yelled back from the first floor as she was getting ready for work. "Why the hell do you need the sun? I gave you a chance to live, have you lost the meaning of life or what? So, boy, shut your mouth and calm down. Now. I'm gone till morning."
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Kayla slammed the door and left.
"Dean, what's wrong..." Dana followed him.
"Ah, screw it all now."
Dana didn't even know what to think. Twenty minutes later he jumped up as if stung and grabbed her hand.
"What did she mean I've lost the meaning of life if I just found it? You. It's you. And it's us. We're going where I promised."
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The location of Corona, a bar and a night club where both Dean and Kayla often hung out, wasn't the best. Starting with the fact that the place itself was in the basement under a 14-floor building on the opposite side of the park, not so far from Dean's and Kayla's house. Outwardly, it was even difficult to call the bar itself an entertainment establishment, but going downstairs...
Life inside was in full swing. Full seating, almost the entire bar is occupied, music, laughter, loud conversations, dancing and lots and lots of booze. Seeing Dean, the bartender girl, a brown-haired young girl with a sly look, left the bar and went to meet him, hugging him tightly.
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"Well-well, never without the main trump card, and here he is", she said directly into his ear, "Gonna be hot. And who is this?" she turned her gaze to Dana.
"The main trump card is out of the game, and this girl is mine", Dean answered rather coldly.
"Yours? Hahaha, we are all called yours here", she laughed.
