Meghan's POV:
Kalel drove me to a local club. It had a short line, but the amount of people getting rejected was ridiculous.
"Hello. Names?" the man ushering people in asked.
"Meghan and Kalel," Kalel spoke for me.
"Go on in," the man gave me a look. As I was walking in I felt a warm grip on my bottom.
I jumped forward immedietly. Kalel turned around and flicked him off. She then dragged me into the club before he could reach us.
We found a couch and sat down. A man immediately walked over to us. I could barely hear him over the music.
"Would you like some drinks?" he asked.
"No-"
"We would love some!" Kalel interrupted.
"What kind?" he pulled out a notepad.
"Two tequilas please," she answered.
He left and quickly came back with the drinks. Kalel handed me one.
"No thanks," I pushed it away.
"Try it!" she said.
I remembered what she said about stepping out of my comfort zone.
I grabbed the glass and took a sip. So good! I took another sip, and another, and another. The glass was empty.
"Kalel. Can I have another?"
"OK," she got up.
She came back with a large bottle.
"Let's get this party started!"
