Holly coughed when the fog machine turned on. Clouds of smoke turned into colored haze. "I hate clubs that do this. What exactly is so cool about fog?"
The brunette turned and made her way to the edge of the dance floor. The redhead could follow if she wanted, but she needed a break. She found the coat room, abandoned for the summer, and let herself inside.
She pulled out a cigarette. Truth was, her euphoria was on the downward slope.
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Holly coughed when the fog machine turned on. Clouds of smoke turned into colored haze. "I hate clubs that do this. What exactly is so cool about fog?"
The brunette turned and made her way to the edge of the dance floor. The redhead could follow if she wanted, but she needed a break. She found the coat room, abandoned for the summer, and let herself inside.
She pulled out a cigarette. Truth was, her euphoria was on the downward slope.