A Hen’s Night Out with Fangs
Trying to get over an ex gets really weird
Machine Head.
The oldest, gothiest club in the city. Also, somehow the fanciest and, judging from the interior, the newest, if Emily’s judgment of it was correct.
Although she wonder just how gothy the club really was because everyone seemed to know how to dance.
Becca and Alison came by with their drinks, Long Islands for her, something with absinthe for them judging from the way it…misted, or whatever the fuck it was doing.
“Hey girl, anyone sitting her?” Becca asked as she plopped their drinks down at the little table they had at the bar.
“Oh, I guess not,” Emily said.
The bar overlooked one of the dance floors, a fancy railing and a little elevation separating it, giving them the opportunity to view the meat market below.
“Drinks on us tonight!” Alison yelled, already a couple ahead of the rest of them.
“That’s right! Fuck Justin! Well, don’t, since he broke up with you.”
“Becca…” Alison admonished, glancing quickly over at Emily.
Emily picked her drink up, raising it to her friends. “It’s fine. We’re gonna have a good time.” Her enthusiasm didn’t quite match her…
