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<div style="flex: 4; line-height: 18px; font-size: 12px; overflow-y: auto; text-align: justify; color: #000000; padding: 15px;"><span style="font-family:Karla">Parties were Sadie's bread and butter. As a human teenager, back in the 70s and 80s, parties were nothing compared to what they were today. Sure, some things were the same: there was always drugs, sometimes out in the open or sometimes hidden, and the music had changed but it was always still there. And then, the most important part-- people! That was singlehandedly the most important thing about having a party. Couldn't have one without people, right?<br/>
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"Come on, pretty boy. Back to the party you go." Sadie gently nudged the guy from her bed, licking her lips to ensure she got any remnants of blood from them. He groaned a little bit, but wouldn't remember a thing as he returned to the party. "Remember, down the stairs you go, don't make any pit stops." A grin appeared on her lips as she followed him to the doorway, leaning against it while she watched to make sure he did what he was told. <br/>
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When he disappeared down the stairs, she sauntered back into her room, standing in front of her mirror to adjust her <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.stylevore.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2019%2F05%2FCute-V-Neck-Homecoming-Dress-with-Wine-Skirt-Backless-Party-Dress-250x337.jpg&amp;hash=04246cf1775f35da48d6407af2ff2fd6" href="https://www.stylevore.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/05/Cute-V-Neck-Homecoming-Dress-with-Wine-Skirt-Backless-Party-Dress-250x337.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">outfit</a>. Her advanced hearing picked up on a door being opened, and she turned and used her speed to land right in front of Monty in the hallway. "Going somewhere, Monty?" She teased, reaching for his shoulders and turning him towards the stairs. "The party is that way."<br/>
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"I know that." He responded, easily moving out from under her grip. "But that wasn't where I was going."<br/>
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"Why the hell not?" Sadie asked, feigning surprise. Monty was far from the party animal that she was, but she'd be damned if she didn't try. "Come on, Monty, it'll be fun! I know there's tons of girls down there that would love to dance with you." She grinned again as he turned to face her, a slightly nervous expression on his face.<br/>
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"I don't dance."<br/>
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Clicking her tongue, Sadie just shook her head. "Well tonight, you learn." Without giving him a chance to react, she grabbed his wrist and dragged him to about halfway down the stairs, making sure he remained in front of her. "Now go, or I'm going to find Tate to drag you around for the night."<br/>
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