Maroon Socks

21: COKE, A PACK OF CIGS AND DANCING

021: coke, a pack of cigs and dancing

DAY 8.95

No one has anything else to say, because Brooke's given her fake ID and walked into the club.

There is loud music and flashing lights in the room, with live music. The people over there seem to be around their age, meaning they all have been using fake IDs.

There's a huge crowd dancing to some EDM music. They all whiz there way past the thumping, sweaty bodies.

They find an empty high table and go to sit at it. It guarded by two pillars on either end. Brooke, Fiona and Arthur sit at one end with the other sitting opposite.

"Anything to drink?" a waiter comes around, with a notepad in his hand.

"Uhm, five Heneiken's and a Coke, please," Brooke sweetly asks, sitting onto her high-stool.

"We don't do the drugs, m'am," the man says, tipping his cowboy hat and offering a wink.

Brooke blinks at him, before looking at Calvin. Just as she expected, he's doing his very best not to laugh out loud at the terrible joke the waiter just made. Brooke laughs shortly behind her closed, false smile for the waiter.

"You know what I mean," Brooke says, through grit teeth. She doesn't want to punch him, so instead she rubs his arm in a way that might pass of as inviting. (At least, for that man.)

Fiona raises her eyebrows and leans forward on the table, looking directly at Calvin. Calvin raises his eyebrows, too, as a challenge. "You wanna play, Fiona?" Calvin quietly hisses.

"Tangle with Brooke, Hallman. Not me," Fiona sneakily whispers, giving him a knowing look.

"God, I swear to God, if you weren't dating Clinton, I would've made a series of inappropriate jokes," Calvin grumbles.

"Such a sweetheart," Fiona teases. Calvin flips her the bird.

"I'm surprised they have waiters here," Dakota says, looking around.

They're all having their private conversations. Dakota and Calvin are having a loud conversation across the table and Elijah stuck in the middle, trying to have a decent chat with the rest.

When their drinks arrive, Fiona suggests, "Why don't we play Truth or Dare but truths only?" She peers from behind the waiter's arm who setting her drink before her.

Everyone else shrugs in response. "Alright, but lets play a little game before this. Dakota, you and I have to race. Whoever finishes their bottle first wins!"

"Alrigh'," Dakota giggles, wrapping her hand around the neck of the bottle.

"Go!" Fiona yells, lifting her bottle to her lips. Dakota follows quickly.

Before a good forty-five seconds are over, Dakota slams her bottle to the table, cringing at the bitter taste of her drink. She stares at Fiona, who is tapping away at the ring of the bottle, smiling hugely. Then, Fiona leans over and grabs Dakota's bottle.

"Thanks, Sweetcheeks," Fiona smirks, laying the bottle horizontal.

Dakota groans and realizes what Fiona tricked her into doing. They needed a bottle to play the game and, obviously, no one else was willing to give up their drinks and Dakota was an easy catch for this.

"Welcome, Peaches," Dakota moans, leaning her face against Elijah's arm. Elijah chuckles, taking a sip from his drink. He raises his bottle, eyes someone and points to it.

"Okay, I spin," Fiona says, finally coming down from the laughing she was doing. She spins the bottle. "'Kay, Elijah and Arthur. Elijah asks, Arthur answers."