The three of us took a cab to Throwbacks. It was ten o’clock when we got there. There was always a band on Friday nights, so the lines were even longer than usual. When we finally got inside, it was ten-thirty.
“This place is hoppin’,” Mal said, hips already moving to the bass beat currently thumping over the speakers. The club had a killer DJ. I watched as Tobie leaned back on Mal to grind a little.
“Go on, hot stuff,” Tobie said to me. “We’ll be on the dance floor and then watching the show. Text me if you need anything. Remember, don’t let that guy define you. You’re perfect just the way you are, and you’re my favorite slut.”
“Hey, I thought I was your favorite!” Mal protested, and Tobie kissed him quiet.
I shooed them on their way. They looked so good together.
I took a deep breat
