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</div>It was a typical Friday night at Club Tropicana. The place was packed with people, all haloed in the neon blue glow from the vibrantly illuminated dance floor. Everyone had a drink in hand, and everybody was vibing to the music, which vibrated the walls, booming through the bodies that all swayed and moved in time with the beat. On this particular night, Avery Reese had joined the crowd.<br/><br/>She arrived just as one of her favorite songs began to play, which immediately lifted her otherwise dreary mood. It helped to put her in the right mindset for the rest of the night, causing her to forget all about the things she had just left behind moments earlier. Heading straight for the bar, she leaned over the counter, her incredibly short, sparkling dress hiking up in the back just a little more. “Give me that fruity, tropical thing.” She ordered, flashing the bartender a smile.<br/><br/>As she waited for her fruity cocktail, Avery stood up a little straighter again, turning around while still leaning against the counter slightly, elongating her spine and accentuating her curvature, which the tight dress she wore already highlighted. Speaking of highlights, she decided to point her wand at a big section of her hair and turn it blonde, before heading out for the night. After all, the muggles had a saying about how blondes had more fun, and tonight, fun was what she craved.<br/><br/>With that in mind, she began looking around at the crowd for any indication of where that three letter word might be found. Her brow perked as she considered a few of the guys who she spotted dancing on the floor that resembled the surface of a pool. But none of them really excited her in the way that she was hoping. And on a night like tonight, after being forced to endure conversation with the most boring pureblood in the world, she needed someone who embodied the exact opposite.