DJ, Kimmy, and Everett had arrived at the nightclub. Everett kindly escorted them to the front door.
Kimmy boldly asked, "Wanna join us?"
DJ's heart fluttered and her palms began to sweat. She silently hoped that he would accept the invitation.
Everett flashed a bright smile. "Sure!"
DJ and Kimmy grinned. Somehow they refrained themselves from jumping up and down, squealing and giggling. They must not act like teenage girls. They must act like grown sophisticated women.
When the three of them entered the nightclub and were greeted by loud rock music and flashing neon lights, Everett asked the girls' ages.
"We're both 18," Kimmy replied instantly.
Geez, she's a convincing liar. DJ thought, impressed. I wish I was a good liar like her. But nope, whenever I lie, my eyes refuse to make contact, I stutter, and my cheeks turn flaming red.
"Wow, ya'll look 21 or 22," Everett responded, chuckling. "Ya'll are so damn gorgeous, sexy, and hot."
DJ swooned. I'm hot and sexy?!
"Thanks," Kimmy said with a broad grin.
"Yeah, um, t - t - thanks," DJ stuttered, smiling shyly.
"No problem, beautiful girls." Everett said, "Now let's have some fun!"