Losers In Love ❁ d.j.h

• chapter thirteen •

warning: smut up ahead

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As Alex, Isley, Ivan, and DJ crossed the threshold of Evangelical Nights, a huge smile crossed over the blonde's face. Troye Sivan's My, My, My could be heard from the DJ booth a practical mile ahead and she caught herself making a wave motion with her arms and mouthing along to the words. The boys surrounding her all branched off in their own directions. Alex danced his way, very poorly might she add, to the bathroom. Isley tethered himself to DJ's side for the time being, nodding shyly at any fans that noticed him under the strobe lights. And Ivan honestly went god knows where. The club had three floors and Dinah knew that she wanted to spend the night exploring them all. It was a dangerous game that she was playing coming here to Ojai, back to the same places that her and her ex used to loiter, and where she made all of her not so great decisions. It was like she was physically stepping back into a past life. But the adrenaline she was running on from the excitement of not having to focus on her responsibilities carried her anyway.

She tried to ignore the feeling in her body that this was all a very bad idea.

"Hey, uh, not that I mind. But is there any reason that you brought us to a gay club?" Isley shouted over the music.

"What's wrong? Scared to be looked at? It'd be nice for you to have more gay friends outside of me and Alex. Straight men need perspective." She mused with a big grin. Isley shook his head with a smaller one.

"I'm not saying it like that, just... How long do you think until Ivan realizes?"

The blonde craned her neck around the club. To what looked like him, she pointed. A man was leaning against a wall talking to a woman, with a red drink tucked in his hands. "I don't think he minds!"

"That might not be him."

"It's close enough." The tall woman shrugged and spun on her heels. She clasped her hands together and pouted. "Come on, Isley, just one night. We sold out two fucking shows here. It's California! You've never been, don't you think we deserve to celebrate?"

"Yes, but..." The black man hiked his shoulders up to his ear to squeeze past two men kissing on his left and the bathroom line on his right. "All I'm saying is that partying might not be the best idea. Do you remember how Cliff reacted when we went to that bar in Houston?"

DJ pulled her best friend over to the bar, and waved at the man serving drinks in a black mesh top. She turned to Isley briefly. "Cliff isn't here. Just loosen up, okay? If you have a bad feeling, you can always grab the guys and leave. But for right now, trust me, I need this. This tour is killing me."

"Yeah, you keep saying that..." He mumbled to himself.

"Hi, can we have two lemon drops please? Actually, make that two lemon drops and four shots of Tequila." She turned excitedly. "Two for me and two for you."

"Yay." The man dragged out in a false tone. The blonde was too psyched to notice.

When she slammed her money down on the counter and took the drinks, she tried to hand one to him. But he held his up and shook his head, the denial just barely visible from the deep blue lights.

"I think I'll stay sober tonight."

Dinah pouted but nodded in understanding. The two shots coated her throat in a slurry. And that's where the night started.