21. Night Out

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The next day, I tried to be alone as much as I could so I didn’t have to worry about talking to anyone. After supper, Devan told me to get ready to go out to the club.

“I’m still going?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Devan said. “I still have to prove to you that we know how to have a good time.”

So I put on different clothes that better suited where we were going before going downstairs to where they boys were waiting. We then climbed into two vehicles and headed into the city and to a busy nightclub. We were let in immediately and soon were in a booth in the back of the place.

“Drinks?” Kyle asked as he stood up.

They all said their requests.

“You want anything, Scout?” Harry asked me.

“Um, I’ll just have a Pepsi,” I told him.

“You’re not going to have any alcohol?”

“I’m not old enough.”

“You are here.”

“You seem to forget that I am from America, and am still an American citizen and will still go by their laws.”

“The only rule she’ll follow,” Devan muttered.

Kyle disappeared within the mass of people and returned shortly, somehow carrying all of our drinks back safely. After a couple minutes, Kyle and Nate had downed their drinks and were getting another. Pretty soon they were drunk and out on the dance floor. It wasn’t long before they took over karaoke.

“They’re actually pretty good,” I said to Devan. Even though they were completely drunk, they still sounded good.

Devan nodded. “They do this every time they’re drunk, no matter where they are. They just start singing and yeah, they are good.”

“What about you?”

“Can I sing?”

I nodded.

He shrugged.

“What about the other two?”

“Will can, he did join Kyle and Nate once, and he fit right in. But Owen’s never gotten that drunk, so we don’t know about him. Now, how are you on the dance floor?”

“I wouldn’t know, would I?”

“Shall we find out?”

Devan stood up and pulled me to my feet. I saw Will give Devan a look, though I don’t know if Devan saw it because he was too busy leading me out to the floor where we could dance to the heavy beat of the song playing. As soon as I was out there, I felt right at home. I moved my body to the beat, swaying my hips.

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