<span style="font-family:Cabin">There was more than one reason to come to a club like this one. All the things that the increased government presence tended to forbid happened here in some form or another. Prostitution had long been banned. It happened there. Alcohol was hard to find and barely legal, but it was readily available here. Drugs of every kind and color… well, the people who sold them knew that the club was a good place for business so the drugs were available here. The club itself didn’t have a name because that made it harder for people to talk about. The less talk there was about it, the harder it would be for the government to find and the longer they could stay open before having to relocate. It survived on discretion. <br/>
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Cailyn - though - wasn’t there for any of the popular reasons. The young blonde was actually just there for the music. As the government became more and more harsh on drugs, on alcohol and on sex, they had begun to draw a connection between those things and all the music that was played at parties. Of course, all kinds of people got up in arms about that, but what was done was done. Cailyn wanted to be able to dance to the music she had once dreamed of helping to create. Actually, she still dreamed of it. <br/>
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Right away, as Cailyn, Addy and Luella walked into the club, they were swept into the mileau and everything around them thumped to the rhythm that played around them. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:limegreen">“I am going to get us some drinks!”</span> Addy called out to Cailyn and Luella over the roaring of the crowd. Whether they actually heard her or not wasn’t quite clear, though. At the time, Luella’s eyes were focused on a man and Cailyn’s arm was already being pulled by a stranger who found himself intoxicated with the little black dress that didn’t actually conceal much of her figure at all. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:sandybrown">“Hey there beautiful,”</span> he remarked as he danced against her thin form. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:sandybrown">“A lady like you deserves some company all night long.”</span> <br/>
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Her body swayed against his almost naturally because she was barely paying him any attention at all. Cailyn was far too focused on the music of the club and it was what guided her body into the next set of bumps and grinds against him. And the stranger who’d plucked her up seemed entirely ok with that. In fact, his hands made their way to some places that not many people could actually say they’d touched. Slowly, he started guiding her through the crowd, too, clearly intoxicated by her mere presence. Cailyn was content to go along with it, too, because she was dancing and the music guided the beat of her heart. <br/>
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His next words, however, managed to snap her out of whatever trance the music had lulled her into. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:sandybrown">“Come on, baby. You’re lovely now, but you’ll feel so much better once we get some colors into your system. Come on, girl.”</span> By then he had led her completely out of the crowd and Cailyn finally looked at him fully. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:coral">“Wait,”</span> she tried to pull her arm out of his grip, but wasn’t successful and he was still pulling her along - towards a group of men who were clearly shooting something. One of the guys handed the man who held her a syringe and chuckled. Cailyn yelled, <span class="fixed-color" style="color:coral">“LET GO OF ME!”</span> Her whole body jerked against him, but he was strong enough to hold her despite it. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:sandybrown">“Come on, baby. This will help you to party!”</span> <br/>
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And all of it continued unfolding right in front of a doctor sitting and sipping whiskey.</span>