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"Feel No Ways"

The speakers exploded in harmony with each other, and each guest walked in with a smile on their faces. Drinks were being past around and everyone found their way to the dance floor where they each hoped their actions would be forgotten. Ass cheeks clapped at the nearest man's crotch, and those men held those asses in their cupped palms. The flirtatiousness was real. The seduction techniques were real. The grind was real.

Ariana Grande found herself in the restroom when she realized that she drank something a bit too strong. She walked by each stall in the restroom to find the cleanest one. When she finally found a stall which didn't have a toilet filled with shit, or piss all over the ground, she knelt down near the toilet, and tried to throw everything she had up. Her two shots of simply vodka sent a fiery sensation down her chest, and sweet Ariana sobbed a bit at the feeling. She would've loved to have move liquor in her system, but she couldn't even last two shots.

Ariana heard the door of the restroom swing open because of the blast of music which followed that person in, and then she heard the door swing shut in a loud thud. The footsteps were soft, but they got louder as if the person was walking directly towards her. The door to the stall she was in was kicked open, and it hit her head hard. Ariana squealed at the pain, and a shiver went down her spine because her face was so close to the toilet.

She turned around angrily to see a familiar man towering over her. He was blurry and looked like multiple swirls but then he evened out into one object. "Justin?" Ariana asked slightly still confused. She stood up to get a closer look at him, and it was him. "You almost broke my head!" Ariana shouted.

"Sorry," Justin chuckled.

"No!" Ariana denied the apology. "It's too late for that." She had set her foot down.

Justin chuckled again but he didn't say anything. Instead he moved closer to her, and put both his arms around her waist. Ariana's muscles each lends themselves to Justin, and he pressed her against the wall. He moved his face close to hers, and she could smell his drunken breathe but there was something about his breathe which she liked. "I am sorry," he whispered.

Back at the party, Taylor Swift was dancing with her new boyfriend. She bounced around the dance floor, and then hopped back over to her charmer, Tom Hiddleston. He grabbed her hands, and held them in his so that they could dance together. Tom still wasn't having much fun though. He let go of one of Taylor's hands, and then he walked her over to the corner of the room. "I am going to leave," Tom said loud enough for only Taylor to hear.

"Why?" she asked. "Are you not feeling well? You could just have a seat for a while if that's the case."

"No it's not that," Tom said. "It's just that, I don't feel welcome here. The people here are giving dirty looks, and you ex is here. Every time I turn my head, he's looking in my direction with poison in his eyes. It just doesn't feel right for me to be here."

"That's okay," Taylor said. "You could leave them. I'll see you later." She kissed him on the cheek. "Bye Bye sweetie." Then, she just walked away

That's all she had to say? Tom thought. He felt his face rush with blood suddenly. Then, he finally left the party.

As Taylor walked back to her seat for a quick drink of water, she saw a certain someone from the corner of her eye who shot excitement into her veins. "Selena!" Taylor shouted. Then, she ran  over to her best friend giddily. The two shared a powerful hug, and they giggled over Selena dropping her purse because of her excitement.

"I didn't know you were coming today," Selena announced to Taylor.

"I meant to tell you but I guess it slipped from my mind too quickly," Taylor replied. "Wait I want to ask you for some advice." Selena creased her eyebrows slightly trying to figure out what Taylor would ask of her. "Let's go to the bathroom," Taylor said because she didn't want anyone to over hear even if the music was extremely loud.

The two women walked over to the women's restroom, and when they got there, they weren't alone. Ariana was still in there, but now she was fixing her hair. She had all of her makeup laid out on the counter, but she had already began putting it all back before Taylor and Selena entered the restroom. "Hey you guys!" Ariana said with her voice at its highest pitch. She picked up her purse quickly. "Bye you guys!" She squealed as she ran out the restroom.

Taylor sat onto the counter where the sinks were, and she didn't bother crossing her legs although her skirt was short. "Okay," Taylor began. "Me and Tom were on the edge a bit earlier. He was at the party but then he wanted to leave because he 'didn't feel welcome here.' I think he was expecting me to say more but I didn't know what I could possibly say to him so I just walked away."

Selena shook her head. "Why would you do that?" She asked. "There are probably many things going through his mind right now because of your flub."

Taylor sighed. "I panicked I guess."

"That doesn't matter," Selena said harshly. "In situations like that, you have to make sure that you don't panic. I feel so bad for him now. He's probably going to cry the entire way back to his hotel."

"I didn't expect you to paint me out to be the villain so quickly, but that wasn't even the only thing I wanted to tell you," Taylor was angry. "Adam is here, and I wanted to ask him for a dance."

Selena laughed. "You are kidding right?"

"No actually," Taylor said.

Selena frowned. "How can you be serious about that?"

"It's just what my mind is telling me to do. It's as if my body is attracted to his."

"I do not support this decision of yours," Selena said. "Don't ask him for a dance even if it's a friendly dance."

Taylor hopped off the counter. She was still angry. "I'm going to ask him for that dance. I don't even know why I bothered asking you." Taylor began storming out of the restroom.

"Fuck you too," Selena said.

* * *

"Oh look, your best friend is over there," Nicki Minaj said sarcastically to her boyfriend.

Meek Mill looked over to where Nicki was gesturing and he saw Drake laughing while chatting with Stephen Curry and his wife. Meek sighed. "Why did you make me look over there?"

"I was joking," Nicki chuckled. "You better be nice because this is his party."

"Alright Alright, I'll try and be nice," Meek said.

"No," Nicki objected. "You will be nice."

* * *

"Alight Alright Alright," Future shouted into a microphone. "Let's get this fucking party started!"

Everyone was standing around on the dance floor, and they all screamed in excitement in response to Future.

"As we all should already know, it's my mans Drake's birthday," Future continued. "And we are all here to celebrate!" Everyone screamed with excitement again.