We enthusiastically sing the lyrics to each other.
A drag queen wraps my friend's suspender strap around her neck and my friend lets out a deep belly laugh. I whip my hair around to the thumping club music.
At 3am the DJ tells us about the after party at another club.
Her: It's crazy guys...there's like smoke coming out of bathroom stalls...it's like a Weeknd music video
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