<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Original</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=255198.msg12610586#msg12610586">Quote from: KirbysFolly on 29-08-2016, 02:12:15</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Angie opened her door after the second knock, peeking around the door curiously. "Jessie! Hey, perfect timing. My stupid partner for one of my classes is making me go to the club if I want her to do anything. You want to come with me?" The look on Angie's face made it clear that she would very much appreciate backup on this.<br/><br/>From somewhere behind her friend, Jessie heard another voice ask "You're going to the club? Hey, is it cool if I come too?" Angie pulled the door open all the way, to let Jessie inside. Behind her, on the couch was a girl Jessie recognized, a blonde girl named Nadia. She was one of Angie's neighbors, going to school somewhere. She looked tired. The pair seemed to have been watching TV, with the remote sitting on the coffee table.<br/><br/>"I mean, if you want to. It's the fucking Candy Bar. Ugh, I hate her." The last couple of sentences were barely more than a mutter. To Jessie, Angie looked more annoyed than enraged.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div><br/><br/>Jessie glanced between Angie and Nadia, surprised to see someone else in Angie's place.  She lowered her voice, and in an overly conspiratorial way, whispered to Angie.<strong>"I could rough her up a bit, put the fear of god into her."</strong>She informed her friend with a wink.  While she would have been quite happy to do so for her friend, it was clear it was a joke.<br/><br/><strong>"The Candy Bar?  This partner a guy?  Why are you being dragged to a strip club?"</strong>She asked, her tone at a normal level this time.<strong>"I guess I can come, no races tonight, don't have any bills though."</strong>It wasn't her idea of a fun time, gawking at naked women, but it beat sitting around trying to entertain herself.<br/><br/><strong>"Your car?  I only have my bike."</strong>She added, though Angie probably could have guessed, given that Jessie was wearing jeans and heavy duty boots, a white tank-top underneath a leather jacket designed for motorcycle riding, and had her helmet in one hand.