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Annie
With a final flourish, I finished off the dance and stepped off the dusty floor. My friends tried to call me back out for the next song, but I waved them off. Jordan had walked inside a minute ago and was still staring apprehensively around the barn.
I probably should have warned him.
Okay, I definitely should have warned him.
West Texas Winery was about the shittiest locale in Lubbock. Apparently, a decade ago, it had been the place to go, but the owners had fallen into financial trouble, and everything had gone downhill. It’d chased away the higher-end clientele they had been going for, but the college crowd didn’t seem to mind. We came here for cheap drinks and when they could get halfway decent bands to play. Tonight, they’d actually managed Caprock Crew. Albeit not the be
