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"My name is April."
"April." I repeated.
Her eyes were shifty and scared all of a sudden.
"Yes."
"What're you on?"
"Why does it matter?"
"Why aren't you answering me?" I retorted stiffly.
"I just smoked a little pot," she said, loud enough for me to hear her over the music.
"You also just told a little lie," I chuckled' "Try telling me you haven't done more. I know what the hell it looks like."
She sighed softly.
"A line or two," she finally admitted.
"You still feel buzzed?" I questioned, eyeing her up and down.
"Kinda," April said, looking at everything but me.
It was obvious the paranoia that comes with the high was hitting her right now.
"Why are you in such a hurry then?"
"I just am."
"Come with me and ride out that buzz first," I suggested, snaking my hand to hers.
I tugged gently.
She followed.
Women were so easily reeled in.
"Where are we going?" She asked as I pulled her though the crowd.
"Are you good or bad?"
"I don't know, why?"
"I guess we'll have to find out, because good girls go to heaven, but bad girls go everywhere. " I said, grinning as I pushed the VIP door open and pulled her in with me.
