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I waited in line, I showed my I.D., I payed the cover, I got my stamp, I got my drink, I walked around once and now I'm crushing "Campari Orange ice" in my mouth. I'm with two friends but I'm really alone. Everyone seems to know each other here. All the guys have washboard stomachs. All the girls have clothes that glitter. This is not my scene. I keep drinking. Campari Orange everytime. This is not my scene.
Sorry, I have to go to the ladies room, she says.
I'm going to dance with my friends.
I'm leaving now, maybe I'll be back later.
I'm waiting for my boyfriend.
This is not my scene.
I'm drunk and I don't care anymore.
That's when she walks in. Her brown bangs and skinny leather headband are so LA, but you can buy a headband or a haircut anywhere, and this is not LA. No, what I fell in love with are her fantastic collarbones and the way she stares at my mouth before I've even said anything yet.
Her name is Adriana. She's shy.
This is not her scene.