Lena slipped a gold necklace around her neck and and fastened it closed before turning away from the mirror to look back at Paige.<br/><br/>"Dybbuk?" she repeated, giving her friend a mischievous look. Neither of the girls had ventured to the club before, but rumors of the debauchery that often occurred there had definitely reached the pair. "I like the way you think. We can go out with a bang," she smiled.<br/><br/>Knowing that their plans now included ubering, she turned to fasten a pair of black stiletto heels around her ankle. Just a few more minutes of primping, and the two were on their way in a black car.<br/><br/>Downtown Athens, the two girls easily slipped to the front of the line arm-in-arm. Here, their sub-21-year-old IDs were accepted with smiles and promises to<em>have a good night, ladies</em>in thick accents. Something, she was sure, that would never get old about Greece.<br/><br/>“Alright, first round of shots are on me,” Lena smiled, tugging on Paige’s elbow to lead her to the bar. It was already crowded, but Lena pushed her way to the front.<br/><br/>“Two tequila shots,” she yelled over the music. The bartender nodded and set up a little display of lime and salt. She took her drink, cheers-ed with her friend, and downed it in one gulp. She raised the lime to her lips, and that’s when she saw him.<br/><br/>“Is that...?” she asked Paige, nodding towards a man across the bar who looked suspiciously like their art history professor.  She started to giggle. “Oh, fuck... I think it’s him!”