"Hey beautiful, never seen you here."
"Yeah, I do try to avoid ugly people," I looked around and then got closer to his overly-perfumed neck and whispered "it ruins my reputation."
His friends chuckled behind his back. He smirked at me and leaned closer because of the deafning music. "Don't worry, my father's a wealthy man so once I graduate, we're moving to Russia."
I just looked at him with a resting-bitch face. Why am I still here listening to this poor man while I could be downing some good lemon-vodka right now?
"Hol' up, where's the bathroom at?" I said while looking around. "Look here Jack,"
"It's John."
"Yeah yeah, leave me alone.
I just came here to the party for the drugs."
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