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OLIVIA'S POV

The music pulsed through the room in a steady cadence, really not any different in intent than the thrum of energy in the bar. I couldn't say I wasn't having a good time; that would be a lie. Sharon's friends weren't as bad as I thought they were going to be, and we all left the game we played laughing and just that little bit tipsy. I went to go get another drink, thinking that most definitely I could handle one more for the night before things got too out of hand.

I made my way over to the bar and leaned on the counter, closing my eyes to wait a minute until the bartender called my name. "Just a soda, please."