Lily's POV

After arguing for minutes in the car between a club and a bar we decided to go to a new club which had a makeshift bar. I honestly didn't know such a place existed until we looked it up online.

To make matters interesting, it wasn't that far from my apartment which made it even more weird that I had never noticed it. Thankfully there was some parking space, so I turned off the engine, grabbed my clutch which was big enough to house my phone and lipstick, and exited the drivers side.

Daisy did same and together we walked towards the entrance. Our reflection on the tinted glass walls of the building solidified our confidence as we looked ravishing, our make-up on point.

I was dressed in a sleeveless black dress, my curls flowing down freely along my shoulders and back, my silver strapped heels making me stand taller at almost 6 ft. Daisy beside me was clad in a thin strapped brown dress with a deep neckline and an opened back, the dress dropping to a print style from her waist to her thighs where it ended.

There was a small line and I took the opportunity to make sure my phone was secured properly in my clutch and held it tightly. Daisy on the other hand was busy eying the bodyguard, even to the point of making it obvious when it was our turn to be checked before going in.

The man in question ate up the attention while I silently giggled at how oblivious she was to his observations. The instant we got in, I leaned to whisper. "You know he would have given you his number if you asked?"

"Who?" She implored in a frown, her vision sweeping the interior of the club as if she had no idea when we got in.

"Never mind," I beamed and gestured to the people moving around to the music. "Want a drink or dance first?"

"A drink," she declared. "Whisky precisely."

"Let's go," I nodded and began moving, making sure to avoid body contact as much as possible as I spotted a bartender up ahead.

The music was an upbeat one and I was grateful how the place looked. It was sure to be packed for a Saturday night, but it wasn't too crowded to the point where I was struggling to move and breath or the music too loud that I couldn't hear Daisy who was by my side.

"Two shots of whiskey please," Daisy requested, the moment we were on the long bar stool.

"Cocktail for me please," I raised a hand to object before the curly haired man got to work. "Something sweet but with enough to make me tipsy."

"Sweet sunrise?" He asked, his deep voice reaching me.

"You know your drinks," I grinned in approval and turned to Daisy who was half facing the crowd of dancing people.

"Do you think I can get a man tonight?" She asked out of the blue and I snorted.

"To think I was the one insisting we go out tonight," I muttered with a shake of my head as I sent her a look. "Not knowing you were ready to fish for a fine ass man."

"Well isn't that what brings you to a club at night?" She raised a question just as our drinks were served and I nodded at the kind man in thanks. "Hmmm?"

"Nope," I denied and drank from my glass, moaning in pleasure at the taste. "This and the view, is what brings me."

"Good to see we are not cut out of the same cloth." she rolled her eyes and drank from her glass, hissing as the liquid burned her throat. "Now this is what I love."

We clicked our glasses and spent the time people watching while the alcohol slowly created a buzz in our veins. Suddenly I felt a shift in the atmosphere, an invisible force causing my spine to straighten and my gaze to shift around the space in search of the source.

"Hey, hey," Daisy tapped my arm bringing my vision back to her. "Everything alright? You abruptly appear anxious."

"Me?" I asked and faked a laugh. "I'm fine, I just felt a need to adjust my posture and glance around."

"You sure?" She implored, concern filling her stare.

"Yeah I'm fine," I chuckled and tipped my glass, pouring the left over drink down my throat.

"Okay," she dragged out the word as she peered at me. "If you say so."

"Yeah, I think I'm a little stifff," I blurted. "Want to hit the dance floor for a bit?"

"No," she spoke. "I think we should head home."

"Why?" I questioned in a whiny tone. "We haven't even been here more than an hour. Plus you haven't scouted a hot man yet."

"I can find a man some other time Lil," she scoffed. "Right now I'm worried about you."

"Why?" I asked again and dragged her left arm. "I told you I'm fine."

"But you don't l—"

"Let's dance a little," I cut her off and began moving, pulling her with me as the song changed to one of my favorite jams 'Butter' by BTS.

Still holding her hands I began dancing as I sang the lyrics, "smooth like butter,"

Rolling her eyes she sighed and decided to sing along, "like a criminal undercover,"

I giggled and sang the next verse and she joined in, the both of us, jumping, dancing, laughing and making faces at each other. Before we knew it, the spotlight was on us but that didn't faze us as we mouthed "oh when I look in the mirror,"

The spotlight left us and soon the song changed to 'Under The Influence' by Chris Brown. We kept our moves on, Daisy grabbing me by the waist as I slowly moved my hips to the tune, winking up at her while she chuckled.

A creeping sensation trailed up my arm and I did a slow twirl, making a discreet scan of the space in the hopes of catching the cause this time, but I came up empty handed once again.

Taking it as my cue, I whispered to Daisy. "It's time for us to go."

She went still for a moment, her eyes narrowing in my path, however she didn't object and instead nodded as we finished the song and went straight to the bar to grab our bags, wave goodbye to the bartender and left.

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We arrived home and proceeded to finish the half drunk bottle of wine we had abandoned before heading out. Daisy had pinned her worried stare on me from the moment we got into the car, yet I pretended not to notice as we drank it up and said our goodnight greetings.

Morning came faster than I expected, nonetheless I had planned to sleep in and sadly skip church that Sunday morning. My plans however were interrupted hours later as I heed loud voices penetrate my slumber.

I muttered profanities under my breath and changed my sleeping position, grabbing an extra pillow to press hard on my exposed ear to block out the noise and whoever was producing it.

Just when I was glad it had gotten quiet, I was startled awake as the door of my bedroom was kicked open with a force that made it bounce on the wall just as someone thundered my name. "LILY VALERIE STONE!!"