Back at the club, the lights flashed colourfully, washing over their faces in quick bursts. The bass thumped so hard Dawn felt it in her chest.
Everyone was so relaxed and comfortable around their VIP table that no one could have guessed that anything was out of place between Genevieve and Dawn, or that Callan and Emily had any sort of drama in the past.
Stefan's arm was around Genevieve's waist like he didn't care who was watching, and she giggled when he whispered into his ears that when they got home they'd continue their dance from where they stopped.
Jamal lifted his glass. "Alright," he said loudly, "since we're all finally here, drinks are on me."
Dawn smiled at him and leaned into his side. "You're saying that like we aren't the ones who invited everyone. Who else is supposed to pay, but you?"
Jamal chuckled. "Callan or Stefan could choose to pay to impress the ladies."
