C20

Zayne

We arrive at the club around ten pm. The vibe is lit, the DJ is spinning well, and I find myself nodding along to the music as we make our way to our usual VIP. We call the waitress over and order a round of shots to start the night off right.

“Yo, this is life,” Quentin shouts as we clink our shot glasses together and do another round.

“The crowd is decent tonight,” Jade shouts