>>19628204Carmody's eyebrows raise as Sola gets a shot of vodka to go with her drink and downs it right away.
>"Damn, you're going hard tonight huh? Okay then. Hey, can I get one of those too?"Carmody follows Sola's lead, both with the vodka and taking a seat at the booth. She watches Sola's face illuminated in the glow of the neon lights, then slams her vodka with a slight gasp.
>"Wow."She manages not to cough.
>"Yeah, to tell the truth, I haven't been clubbing much myself. Obviously, I'm not....."She looks around, and can't see any bar staff or bouncers in earshot, but it's still idiotic to admit out loud to being only eighteen and here with a fake ID. So she doesn't.
>"Well, it's not like I was some huge party girl back home. Just that it was kinda like it is here: even in west Arkansas out in the country, you had to control how people saw you. If you wanna run with the leaders of the pack, you've gotta keep up, y'know? Except that meant more sipping liquor around bonfires out on someone's parents' property, or weekend parties when someone's folks had a cabin they weren't using, that sorta thing, but nothing like this. Only been to a club a couple times myself, and it wasn't near as flashy and glamorous as this is. Maybe they have places like this in Little Rock, tthere weren't any even in Fayetteville that I knew about."Carmody looks around at the opulence and extravagant sprawl of Club Cyberia. She sips her drink and leans against the leather seat of the booth, feeling the liquor spreading through her veins. Her limbs feel lighter, the aches and pains in her body lifting. She looks at Sola and smiles.
>"Damn, I kinda understand why Colby's such an alcoholic since she started wrestling. I can barely feel that beating I took in my last match already." 