Consequences

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Every time they approached a bouncer at a club that they weren't rich enough or popular enough to get into, Demi held her breath. It was a force of habit. Every time she stepped up to a bouncer wearing a cheap dress that she had picked off the rack at Forever 21 and the glossy black stilettos that she had stolen from her sister's closet when she went to college, it was a reminder of her place in this world. Her parents were upper middle class at best but on her own, she was a poor college student who scarfed down ramen noodles while finishing a paper at two in the morning and who had to find other ways to put some extra change in her back pocket. This was one of those ways. So even though her best friend could usually flash the bouncer her perky double D's or she convienently knew someone who was going into the club, Demi still held her breath because there was always a chance for rejection, especially in her world.

They approached the bouncer, and once again Demi held her breath. But then she saw Lani whisper something in the bouncer's ear, her manicured hand trailing down his chest and flitting over the zipper of his jeans, and they were let in. It was like magic. Well, it was seducation at best and Lani knew that she was the best at it. That's why she shot Demi a smug smirk before grabbing her hand and tugging her into the flashy club.

It didn't matter which city, which street, or which building a club was in, they were all the same. Flashy lights. DJ in the corner near the bar. Tables scattered around the edges. Dark hallway leading to the bathrooms. So typical. Yet Demi never got tired of it.

"Let's make a round then stop at the bar!" Lani demanded as Demi smiled and willingly followed along.

Oh, Lani. They had grown up thick as thieves back in Texas, goofing off in ballet class and making the lives of their parents absolute hell as soon as they hit high school. When the time came for them to choose colleges, they had both settled on the same three, and they were all University of California schools. USC offered them the best financial aid package so right after graduation, they packed up each other's rooms and embarked on their new journey together. They weren't opposites. One of them wasn't more wild than the other. They didn't balance each other out. They were basically the same. Their parents always joked that they were twins who had been separated at birth because that's how alike they were.

So, it was only natural that when Lani discovered a way to make some extra money during their sophomore year of college, Demi went right along with it. Everything they did, they did it together. Everything.

"There's a guy on the floor wearing Gucci loafers and a Gucci belt. He must be loaded," Lani said as they settled at the bar, flipping her golden ombré hair off of her bare shoulder as Demi quickly ordered them two vodka shots, a rum punch for her, and a Cosmo for Lani.

"They could be fake," Demi chimed in but Lani shook her head.

"No way. He was coming down from the VIP section and ordered one of those Jay Z bottles for everyone in the section. Everyone," Lani emphasized, her hazel eyes twinkling as they clinked their shots together then quickly drank them down.

"How are we going to get into VIP?" Demi questioned as Lani turned around and looked at the roped off section of the club.

"Follow me," Lani winked as they both stood up with their drinks, following her towards the roped off section of the club that onlookers were dancing around.

Demi felt herself becoming anxious as they approached the two bouncers but she didn't even have a chance to calm herself down because someone bumped into her, causing her drink to spill all over the front of the white dress that she had picked up with the spare change she found in one of her leather jackets.