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Penelope carefully weaved her way through hundreds of people to find the bar. A club wasn't her first choice, but it would do. She quickly ordered a drink- a lemon drop, easy to throw down- and sat on a stool as she scanned through the dancing crowd.

She hated clubs. Drunk, sweaty people dancing wildly didn't seem at all appealing to her. Her favorite bar was closed for the night, though, and she was forced to come to this "high class" club by some of her friends. How was a pricy club any better than a cheap club? They all sucked.

When the bartender slid her drink across the bar, she told him to put it on her friend, Milton's tab with a smile. If the boy was going to drag her in here, he was going to pay for her drinks.

She turned back to the crowd. Her eyes swept over the many faces she could see, her gaze catching on one in particular. A tall brunette dancing with a short redhead and a tall blonde. She seemed completely uninterested in both of them, though, as she was just letting them pull her along with a blank face. She was one of the only people she could see that was truly bored with her surroundings. She swayed her hips with the music easily, bopping her head up and down distractedly as she stared at nothing, caught in her own thoughts. Then the girl's met Penelope's, and Penelope thought she might die right then and there. The girl looked Penelope up and down before turning back to the blonde, who was trying to get her attention.

Penelope stared at the girl, positively intrigued. Her view was cut off, though, as a tall man that reeked of alcohol stepped in front of her with a charming smile. She set her untouched drink back down on the bar before pushing back the man who was clearly trying to say something to her. She pushed through the crowd, trying to find the girl again. She reached the back of the club just in time to see the blonde the girl had been dancing with slipping out of the exit.

Damn it.

She pushed her way to the exit, rushing through the doors, but the girl was gone. There was no sign of her anywhere.

Shit.

Penelope sighed, running a hand through her hair before walking back into the club.

She found herself frequenting the Passion Nightclub in hopes of seeing the girl again. Every night she ordered the same drink- a lemon drop- but never drank it, too focused on searching for the girl to drink. Every night she dodged advances from men and women. Every night she left disappointed. The girl had never been there, but Penelope couldn't stop.

One look wasn't enough.

She needed more.