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The guy I assume is the bouncer stops me outside,
pulls out this long azz list, looks me directly in the eyes and says "I'm prettttty sure you're not on Santa's nice list" WITH A STRAIGHT FACE... At first. He then proceeded to burst out in laughter whilst pointing at me, saying I had the funniest expression out of everyone else that night.

He cleared his throat and straightened up in a split second then looked at me again. "Okay all jokes aside do you have a ticket?"

I had to think for a while before I came up with a brilliant response that was sure to get me in;
"Wouldn't you like to know Weather Boy?"
Surprisingly enough he didn't just lead me in like 'This way Queen', instead he lifted a brow and signaled this not unsightly male over.

"Problem?" He asked while giving me a hard to read look. The bouncer shook his head and dragged the guy kind of away but still where he could see me.

Me being the patient goddess I am, I thought about waiting but after they took longer than five seconds I went "Hmm nahhhhhh", and almost left but they quickly came back to let me in.

"I don't believe we've met before?" The nice looking male said. "No, I don't believe you've had the honor." I replied.

"Well I have now." He smirked then continued to lead me inside. I immediately saw snacks and started to head that way until he suddenly stopped me.
"Where are you going? We're headed upstairs."
He gestured to the second floor where it appeared not many other people were... Sketchy.
"Got food up there?"

"Of course!" He all but laughed out.
Me being an elegant lady of taste I quickly changed directions and headed directly up the stairs.
Then that's when I saw it-

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⏰ Last updated: May 12, 2021 ⏰

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