"𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐔𝐃𝐄, 𝐈 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐖,"
meet clementine adair - a 20 year old simmer who just can't stop competing with those damn dreamsmp members. when she finds out one is her downsta...
lil disclaimer: my family owns a bar, but we're closed right now, and we also don't have like??? clubbing people, so i did my best 🥺😊
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋. i ordered just a plain quesadilla. schlatt ordered a giant burrito or something. we parked in the lot and started to eat.
"we need to a bar somewhere," i say i between bites. schlatt cocks an eyebrow.
"bar? aren't they closed," he's confused already, "unless?"
"yeah, i may know a few open bars. they do the five minute tests before coming in, so i think we're good," i take another bite of quesadilla, "you up?" my mouth was full, but i think i got it across.
"uh, alright. let's head to the bars then," he sets down his burrito and start to drive home.
when we arrive i rummage around in my closet a little bit, finding the tightest, shortest, and sexiest black dress i can. the spaghetti straps barely contain anything. i walk into the bathroom and start doing my makeup. bright, bright, bright neon green eyeshadow, matched with a dark lip, long dramatic lashes, and some winged liquid liner. i fix my strapless push-up bra, the only thing keeping my cleavage alive, and head out into the living room.
"damn clem! you're looking hot tonight," schlatt winks at me. i see him in some dark jeans, a weird pop culture crewneck, and his tims.
"you too big boy," i tap him lightly on the chest before grabbing my 'going out wallet'. it had a pre-paid gift card with $100 on it, $200 in cash, and my id. i check the time on my phone. 8:47pm. radical man.
"you driving?" schlatt asks me. i pull out the uber app and call one. while we wait i get a few random guys cat call me. when one comes up to slap my ass, i slap him in the face, and tell him to fuck off. the uber comes after.
"god i hate men," i groan under my breath, forgetting schlatt was right there.
"you have to deal with all that? everyday? ouch. i also hate men," schlatt grumbles.
"yeah, it sucks ASS," i hate it in new york. i lean back in the seat and cross my legs. schlatt messes with his hands and then sets them down. i look down and feel the 𝐛𝐥𝗼𝗼𝐝 rising into my ears and my cheeks as i realize he put his fucking hand on my thigh. i hope he wasn't being slick.
"oh shit- sorry clem," he quickly swipes it away, and fumbles with it, he obviously has nowhere to put it.
"it's fine," i grab his hand and put it right back on my thigh. he blushed this time and i laugh a little before putting my hand on his.
the uber finally pulls into the little club, where someone in a mask sits at a table. we walk up and get a swab, schlatt ends up sneezing mid way through. but we're both negative and walk into the club. the banging bass encourages everyone to dance and drink.
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