>>19651462>>19651465>[With every little touch, Sola's heart is fluttering.]It's hot inside Club Cyberia, and Sola can feel the droplets forming across her body. It's a sneaky trick, you know, to make clubs hot so you buy more drinks. But the alcohol just makes you sweat more. Sneaky, but clever. Same as in casinos, actually. Did you know -- Sola's not distracting herself from the fingers along her exposed thigh by thinking of these things, shut up. You are.
"There are worse people to turn out like than Colby. She... was a real dickbag to me when she got here. Especially because of how Amy and I... ah, no, not talking about that right now. But we worked it out, I guess. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought her up. Besides, who cares about her. She's not here."
"Carmody, you are already better than Colby. You are already a star. She hasn't faced Priscilla. I don't think she's teamed with her, either. And I hear your girlfriend is better than her fiancé."
>[Sola says with a cheeky wink, before grabbing and kissing Carmody's hand. She stands up and leans on the table.]"Anyway, It doesn’t look like any other of our... ugh, esteemed colleagues are going to turn up. But we're here now. And I think we've been sitting down and people watching long enough."
>[Sola holds out her hand.]"Carmody. Dance with me?"
