Strip club? The single texted flashed on her screen like a warning sign, reminding her that she should go to bed and stop letting Jaime text her at such an ungodly hour. The ungodly hour only being eleven in the evening. Still, Vera needed her sleep.
“I can’t believe you talked me into this.” She sighs, crossing her arms over her chest as Jaime led her inside with a hand grasping her arm. “You could have just came by yourself--you don’t even need me here.” She pleads, still allowing herself to be dragged inside the club. There was time when Vera would outright refuse a request like this for anyone else. But truthfully, there was no one else in her life that would text her that question in the middle of the night. Only Jaime.
“There’s like, a billion other things we could be doing right now.” Vera rambled on, no idea how to shut her mouth for the first time in her life. She was stalling, trying to find some reason to leave. “Like, fucking face masks or something.”
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