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"Hey, Bartender, vodka on the rocks!" Frank waved smoothing out his gelled hair, reaching for his personal wallet, fishing out green cash. Inside the main ballroom there were pedestrians dancing, swinging people around in the sixties old fashion, some did the twist. A well known Beatles song, that played across the nation.
"Twist and shout!" Everyone sung aloud, doing the twist, men held woman in the air dropping them down nicely in a timely manner to the performed dance.
"Twist and Shout!"
Frank leaned on the bar ledge, eyes scoping the place for Aurora. She wasn't there. He sighed—disappointed. The criminal wandered If Marci had given him the correct Hotel because he didn't see his love or her friends frolicking around the place.
But no, Aurora was in the shared hotel room touching her face up getting for the event that played out Tonight. Something—about tonight felt different. She had a deep wrenching gut in her stomach, bundle of nerves gathered insides.
What could it be? She thought about how Frank was basically drooling and begging to take her out. She didn't— understand how desperate he sounded. Surely, it made her feel deep within things.
Unholy things even.
Was that normal?
"You've been quiet." Marci said knowingly smirking. "Does this has to do with Mister Southern— hospitality?" Her hands fell beyond her knees hugging them in a safe manor. She wanted to applaud herself for telling Frank about this specific hotel.
She hoped he remembered the place.
Marci eyes glisten having a feeling that Frank remembered. A love doctor, Is what she bargained for.
Aurora Grace looked off to her cheeky friend in the mirror. "No."
"Y'all mean Mista, New York." Yasmine spoke placing her white heels on the bed next to Marci.
"Mister Southern, I didn't hear a New York accent in the airport."
"It was an accent, he has one, trust." Yasmine spoke truthfully.
"Can we get over the accent already? Geesh!" Summer waved her hand silently. "Anyways."
Every female hushed.
"You miss him, chasing you." Summer humor tone caresses the room as she lean over her friends shoulder. Roar rolled her eyes scoffing at the three women comical expression. "She does, look at her nose, it start to wrinkle— when she knows there's truth in what we are saying." The Black Teen pluck her eyebrows more harshly ignoring their teasing banter.
