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“Actually, we have some work to do, Dominika. Maybe next time.” Cyrus pulled his arm away from her.
    That's right bitch!!
    Damn, was I glad he did that. I don't know how much longer I could have kept up that charade. If I am being honest, I was a little worried when Cyrus was going to realize I wasn’t a size two blonde bombshell. I feared that at some point , everyone was going to point and laugh at me. I had a horrible feeling that I was going to be made to feel like a complete idiot by Cyrus. It wouldn’t be the first time.
                  A look shot across Dominika’s face. It was a flash, and if you weren't looking, you would've missed it. It was the look of betrayal. There was something in her eyes for that split second that scared me. I don't even know what it was, but I was instantly terrified. I wanted to get away from her. Far, far away.
                  Thankfully, Cyrus moved past her with Tatum and me in tow. We left Dominika behind. The beautiful girl stood there all alone with only her self-worth to keep her company.
                  The three of us quickly fell into step with one another. Our movement made a soft sound. We mimicked the music, a slow, steady, rhythmic, cadence. We moved as one solid unit. If one were to listen to all our hearts at once, they would have been beating in unison. Before I realized it, we had stopped. We were standing in front of the bar. I must have been zoned out by the music, or us. I'm not sure which.
                  I was suddenly aware of my surroundings. The music thumped in my head. My eyes had adjusted to the light, causing the room to look much different than when I had first seen it. I saw more people, I felt them, and I smelled them. There were many more bodies here than I had originally assumed. Maybe three or four times more.
                  Little Miss Observation is lagging tonight.
                  One thing hadn't changed from the moment I stepped through those double doors, the smell. It had only become stronger, more pungent.
                  Tatum shoved a drink in my face and said, “Drink up bitch! I'm sobering!”
                  “How does you sobering mean I have to drink?” I should have known the answer before I even asked it.
                  “Drinking alone makes you an alcoholic...you know that.” She flipped her head back and let the warm liquid slide down her throat. All three of us finished our shots and slammed our glasses down the on bar in unison.
                  “Whoo, that's my girl!” Tatum said planting a quick smooch on my cheek.
                  My stomach burned a little and my cheeks felt warm as the alcohol settled in. I smiled at Tatum, before turning to gaze at Cyrus. I turned my head too fast and a wave of nausea swept over me. I felt dizzy and a little disoriented. Everything began to look slightly askew.
                  I was almost sober when I walked and one shot wasn't going to get me drunk enough to puke, or even feel dizzy for that matter. What the fuck is my problem.
    I looked up at Cyrus, damn he's tall; I felt like he was towering over me. His eyes were almost glowing green in this light. They smoldered behind his beautiful fanned eyelashes, like two glowing orbs. He smiled then and his stark white teeth glimmered a bit. They were all shiny and white and a little menacing. Maybe it was just the way he was looking at me, maybe he was drunk. Maybe I was drunk.
    I looked over to Tatum, turning as slowly as I could, so as to not get dizzy again. The look on her face surprised me. She looked as though she might vomit, or fall over, maybe both. She wasn't looking at me, just kind of zoned out, face turned toward the dance floor. As I stood there, staring at my best friend wondering if she was as fucked as I was, a strange sensation washed over me. I felt euphoric; suddenly