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"GUYS THIS IS Zoë A. Zoë A, these are my friends." Jack introduced me to a group of three girls and two other guys as we waited in the line to get into the club.
"Zoë A?" One of the guys questioned.
"It's just Zoë, but Jack insists on calling me Zoë A." I smiled, nudging my elbow into Jack's side while shivering. The leather jacket I had on over my satin crop top wasn't doing enough against the early December cold. I was the only girl who'd wore a pair of nice jeans, however. The rest of the girls in Jack's group were wearing miniskirts or dresses despite the weather.
"You're so pretty, Zoë!" One of the girls gushed. "I'm Amanda and this is Teri and Meghan."
"And I'm Erik and this is my roommate, Umar."
"Nice to meet you guys and aw, thanks Amanda! I love your dress!"
"I love your heels!"
It was clear to me that the group had pre-gamed before arriving at the club. Jack felt bad that he hadn't been able to extend the invite to me and guided me straight to the bar once we got into the club to get me drunk using his fake ID.
"You're so nice!" I cooed at him after nailing back my third shot of vodka. "I'm so glad I met you in o-chem, Jack Nguyen."
"And I'm so glad I met you, Zoë A." I took another shot with him before we rejoined the rest of the group on the dance floor.
Jack's friends were an amazing group of people who I was sure I could have hit it off with sans alcohol. But given that alcohol was coursing through me, I'd gotten a whole lot closer to them than anticipated.
Amanda, Teri, Meghan and me morphed into one person to keep random men from trying to dance up against us, but also because we were feeling it. The girls were some of the best dancers I'd ever gone out with and vodka brought out a confidence in me that made me attempt to dance at their level.
Midway through the night, Erik's roommate, Umar, came up to me and asked me if I had a boyfriend. I told him I did and proceeded to drunkenly tell him about Alek.
"He's so sweet. He reminds me of Jack a bit. Except Alek's in Poland." I explained as Umar helped guide me through the crowd to get to the bar where he could help me get my hands on some water.
