Tazz
The club was alive that night, the kind of electric vibes that made you feel like anything could happen. Toni and I had been itching for a night out after a hectic week and club Vortex was our spot.
I was in my go-to black dress, tight enough to turn heads while Toni was stealing the show in a red mini-dress and heels that screamed trouble. We were halfway through our second cocktails, giggling over some dumb work story when I saw him.
“Toni, don’t look now, but see the guy at the bar? In the black shirt? He’s… wow."
She turned, not even subtle, and her eyes widened.,“Holy hell, Tazz. He’s like… sculpted. Look at that face, and those arms?”
I nodded, sipping my drink to hide my grin. “Right? Bet he’s got a line of girls waiting.”
“Not if we get there first,” she said, smirking.
