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the chill in the air was starting to make her depressed. No, this was what she needed. At least that was what she told herself as nervousness crept to the forefront of her mind.

Chapter Eleven
     
    The club was hopping when Tristan followed Kylie and four other women through the red, patent leather doors. Music blasted all around her, and the smell of sweat, sex, and something cloyingly sweet filled the air. She had been to The Rabbit Hole before, but it had been years ago and not what she remembered. She felt completely out of place.
    Tristan knew now that Kylie had invited her to Rachel’s bachelorette party. The other four women Tristan knew, but she certainly wouldn’t call them close friends. They were more of Kylie’s friends, and that fact alone made Tristan want to run the other way. She knew this night was going to be painfully awkward, especially since she promised herself she wouldn’t be drinking anything. Alcohol had always helped to loosen up her inhibitions, but since the incident with Max, she had only allowed herself one or two drinks, more social than anything else and certainly not enough to help to shed her worries.
    The six of them weaved their way through the overly crowded club and up a short platform. A rather massively built man stood in front of a short red velvet rope and upon their approach unhooked it and stepped aside for them. Instantly Tristan let out a breath as they stepped onto their very own private VIP pad. The space was small, only big enough to hold them with a little bit of elbow room, but she didn’t feel crammed like she did on the main floor. Before they could even sit down, a petite and scantily clad waitress was jotting down their drink orders.
    “What do you want, Tristan?” Kylie had to bring her mouth to her ear and shout in order to be heard.
    Tristan leaned back and shook her head once before mimicking Kylie and shouting back, “A bottle of water.” The look on Kylie’s face was one of disgust. Kylie shook her head once, yelled something to the waitress that couldn’t be heard over the thump of music, and turned back around smiling.
    “I got you a beer, in a bottle and unopened. We will open it when it gets here.”
    God bless her fiery little heart. Water hadn’t been her first choice, but Tristan was much more cautious now. Tristan smiled, and even though she said she wouldn’t drink, that had mainly been because she had been too frightened. Over and over she imagined drinking the beer Max gave her, and over and over she thought of what could have happened if a certain someone hadn’t shown up.
    The club was warm and Tristan slipped off her jacket and flung it over one of the plush chairs. This isn’t too bad. She turned back to the bachelorette party and rolled her eyes as a tray of shots was set on the table. After the women tried and failed to get Tristan to join in the festivities, they huddled around and started slamming back the shots. After each shot was downed they would lift their arms in the air and yell like a pack of Amazonian princesses. Tristan found herself smiling. Kylie handed her the beer and a bottle opener. Tristan popped the cap and took a step toward the other women. They all raised their second round of shots, shouting something in the air that Tristan couldn’t make out but knew was most likely raunchy before they threw the drinks back. She tipped the bottle to her mouth and let the cool liquid slide down her throat.
    As the night progressed and the drinks kept flowing, Tristan found herself leaning over the railing that kept out any non-VIPers. The club below them was like nothing she had seen before. The dancing looked like a scene out of Dirty Dancing . Despite the increasingly frigid air outside, the interior was stifling hot. All those gyrating bodies, grinding and pressing against one another, drummed up so much body heat it was like a damn sauna.
    She let her eyes pass over the crowd once. On the second sweep a man sitting at