Part 3

It felt like a millennia, and Samora kept going on about how Stacy looked after she had gained about thirty pounds since the last time they saw each other, and how her boyfriend left her after they had sex behind a vending machine. The monochromatic girl shook her head, she had just wanted to yell that she didn't want to hear about Stacy, her weight, or her boyfriend, or anything really. She had just wanted to have a nice night out with the one person she actually cared about.

When the two had finally arrived, the club's outside was like a children's birthday party; loud, obnoxious, and most of all, crowded. Everyone in line had reminded Roza of a big child, just waiting for their turn in the bouncy castle in the host's backyard. The tattooed woman just shook her head. It took mental strength for her to willingly get herself out of the car and into that line. When she finally did, there were two men behind her.

"Yeah, man, I don't know," argued one to the other in a graveled voice, "Since Janine and I broke up I just haven't been myself. It's been so long since someone and I… Ya know?"

Roza just scoffed at the men in her head before turning to Samora, "All men ever talk about is sex, this is why they're disgusting."

"I'm sorry?" The man behind her leaned over her shoulder, strands of his blond locks fell over his shoulder. His eyes fixated on her with a harsh glare.

"You heard me, just listen to yourself, 'It's been so long since someone and I, ya know,'" The slender woman mocked him while she rolled her eyes, "This is probably why Janine left." Roza would scoff as she looked up at the bouncer that awaited outside the doors. With a hop, skip, and a dash later she had gotten herself inside. The men from outside had followed the two women in.

"You'll regret that," the gravel-voiced man affirmed before finding himself by the bar. His friend sat beside him, just eyeing Roza.