~~Sloan~~
“This, Sloan, is exactly what you should be doing!” Emily shouts over the blasting music, weaving her way back toward me with drinks in her hands.
The bass is pounding so hard it feels like it’s rattling inside my skull, yet somehow her voice cuts through it all. For Emily, the night is still young, still alive.
I, on the other hand, am already gulping down my fifth vodka, eyes dropping to the table where empty bottles line up like trophies from a battle I’m clearly losing. Four of us came out tonight—me, Emily, Sonia, and Julie—but Emily is the only one who thinks the party isn’t enough yet.
I never used to do this. I hate nightlife. Loud clubs, sweaty bodies, strangers breathing down my neck—it’s not me. I had a good job. A great job, actually. Tech consultant at one of the
