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ETTA ♛
Still feeling the buzz of an exceptionally good show, the band and Etta decided to go out for the first time since they'd left for tour, as opposed to staying in the cramped dressing room, where the heat began to get unbearable after a while, and would always make Etta feel slightly nauseous.
So they'd searched up nearby clubs on Google Maps, and walked over to the one nearest to them, deciding, by the reviews and ratings, that it would be suitable for the night. And if it wasn't, they could just move on to the next club and hope it would be better.
The night was humid as they walked through the illuminated streets, and Etta was thankful that she'd decided to pair her black leather miniskirt with a black and white checkered top that cropped to just above her belly button, as whatever rare breeze that brushed past her hit, her bare skin, and offered a temporary relief from the heat.
She tried not to listen to Melissa's incessant complaining about the temperature as they walked into the club—not having to wait, as their management had called the venue before they left—and instead pictured the girl becoming so hot that she completely evaporated into thin air and left the rest of them alone to enjoy their night.
