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Shadows lingered around eyes, cheeks were dramatically hollowed, and everyone’s teeth looked really white.
    Sera released Clover, just as two boozed-up football players came stumbling down the stairs, yelling something about a keg.
    Sydney materialised from a doorway on their right.
    â€˜Jesus, Syd!’ Clover grasped her chest.
    Sera was laughing. She smelled like whisky.
    â€˜You always sneaking around places?’
    â€˜Sorry, Clove. Comin’ to find you, this place is outta control.’ Sydney threaded an arm through Clover’s. ‘Gotta get some air.’ She did look pale and a bit shaky. Clover turned to Dallas. ‘Mind if I go outside with Syd for a bit?’
    â€˜Just to my car,’ Sydney said. ‘Don’t worry, I won’t let anyone steal her.’
    At that moment, Chris appeared from the doorway, grabbed Sera and hoisted her over his shoulder, slapped a can of Budweiser in Dallas’s hand and pushed him towards the staircase.
    Dallas looked back, his forehead strained with worry. Clover jumped forward and pecked him on the cheek. ‘I’ll be fine. See ya in a bit.’
    â€˜Whew,’ Clover said as they broke out into the clean, crisp night. ‘Easier to breathe out here!’
    Sydney pulled her towards her car.
    It was cold inside; they could see their breath. Sydney turned the key in the ignition and cranked up the heater. It made a funny whirring sound, but it was expelling air. Clover was sure she smelled cigarettes. Sydney twisted the top off a bottle of beer, then hesitated, eyeing the Cruiser that Clover was clutching.
    Clover took a sip of her drink and held it up to Sydney’s. ‘Here’s to freedom! Man, does it ever taste good.’
    â€˜Just, don’t take it for granted.’
    â€˜C’mon! What are you, like fifty?’
    Sydney smiled, and took another swig.
    â€˜I’m only gonna have a few,’ Clover said. ‘Getting back into it slowly, you know. I’ve got something to work up to, some plans for New Year’s. I think you’ll like them.’
    Sydney narrowed her eyes.
    â€˜It’s not another one at Camp Shitty,’ Clover said. ‘Or a house party.’
    â€˜What, then?’
    â€˜A party.’
    Sydney nodded with anticipation.
    â€˜At a bar!’
    â€˜What?’
    â€˜It’s the perfect plan.’ Clover took a swig, then leaned forward, close to her friend. ‘Sera knows of this place in the city, one of Chris’s friends is a bouncer there and he said if we slip him some cash he’ll let us all in! It’s called Players on 17th I’m sure you’ve heard of it? Only thing is, I’ll have to be home by curfew I’m still not allowed any sleepovers, but I’ll be able to push it till one, they never wait up, anyway.’
    â€˜Taking a bit of a risk, aren’t you?’
    â€˜C’mon, it’s the best idea ever! No riskier than coming here tonight! Just think, everyone from school. Dee and them all have fake IDs, and all the older kids from town, coming to our party, at a nightclub! Sera’s going to spread the word. I’ve been locked up for ages. I deserve a break.’
    Sydney pursed her lips, and then said, reluctantly, ‘You are a dangerous person when left to ponder.’

ELEVEN

    Clover watched Chris slip the muscle-bound bouncer a roll of twenty-dollar bills.
    â€˜How many?’ the bouncer asked, not even trying to hide the transaction.
    â€˜Five, six including me,’ Chris said, slapping hands with him. ‘And make sure to let everyone else from Silvertown in they’ll have cash, too. Cool, man?’
    â€˜Yeah, bro,’ the bouncer said, opening the red rope to admit the group to PLAYERS ON 17th. He nodded, and Chris pulled Sera inside. Sydney and her boyfriend, Spencer who looked out of place already in his wire-framed glasses and collared golf shirt followed.
    Dallas tugged at Clover’s