Racing Through My Thoughts

Chapter One: Clubbing

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--Evelyn's POV--

I wrap my hair in a towel as music blasts through the apartment, "We are going to get another noise complaint," Kyla says walking in to turn it down. I frown as I dance around holding the towel to my chest so it doesn't fall. Her face turns into an upside-down smile as she dances along.

"What time are we leaving?" I ask as I dance to my closet to look at what I have to wear. Tonight we are clubbing with some of our friends from college. They flew in for some F1 race that Kyla was excited about. We are going as a group and decided to commemorate their trip with their first Monaco club experience. She checks her phone and tells me I have two hours to get ready. I start to panic as she dances out waving her arms like a madman. There are too many options.

I grab two dresses and hold them against my body before tossing both of them on my bed to continue looking. A black dress in the back of my closet gets my attention as I shift everything over on the rack. The fabric is soft and a little see-through but I can live with it. I think the last time I wore this was two years ago at some party an old boyfriend threw. I kind of love the ritual of getting ready. It's nice seeing myself put together instead of in sweatpants that I haven't cleaned in three weeks. When I walk into the kitchen to grab a pregame shot Kyla yells, "You look hot," she smiles as I do a little twirl. I thank her as she does a couple of poses. I fake take pictures as I gush about how good she looks. Every time we go out we do the same thing. I whisper yell like thousands of fans are looking as she poses like a supermodel. The first time we didn't do this was traumatic. I got a flat tire and Kyla lost her shoe in a sewer drain.

"The groups meeting us there so I ordered a cab and it should be here shortly," she tells me as I pour two shots each. I pre-cut limes earlier so she grabbed them out and handed me one. The look of the shot is intimidating. We haven't had a good night out in a little over two months. We mouth the words to the song playing as we get into the right vibe to go clubbing. Without the right head space partying sucks.

She gets a notification on her phone after we down a third shot for good luck. The nightlife in Monaco is surprisingly active tonight. It's a make or break depending on what's happening. Since there's a big race tomorrow everyone is out. The best way to start the weekend. Kyla yells our friend's name and we see two girls and a guy running over. We wrap our arms around them in a group hug as we all laugh.

"It's so nice seeing you guys," I gush as I nudge Zander's side.

"How was the flight?" Kyla asks at the same time as me. Daphne and Lola tell us all about it as we go into the club. Kyla is friends with the bouncer cause they go to the same coffee shop so we can always count on him to let us in quicker than the line. It's a pretty sweet hookup. The five of us walk to the bar as they look around to get a feel for the place. I lean against the counter as they order my usual. There are some hot guys here tonight and if all else fails...I won't go home alone.

"What's it like in Monaco?" Daphne asks as we grab a table off to the side to get more drinks in our system, "I'm still shocked you guys moved all the way from the US to here," She says as the other two agree.

"I mean...I couldn't pass up my dream job. It was a little tough to pick up the languages everyone speaks but we are getting pretty good at it," Kyla explains.

"I know. Our taxi spoke Italian and then the staff at the hotel spoke French. I love listening to different languages. I felt bad 'cause I barely know English let alone another language," Zander jokes.