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Going to a club was like going home for Morgan. As soon as she entered the poorly lit space and the familiar thud and beat of loud dance music hit her, she was at ease. Anything that happened earlier in the day didn’t matter now, all that mattered was that Morgan was here and she wanted, no needed to get a drink and dance.

As the redhead moved towards the bar, the tinted lights of the club made the sequins on her shirt shimmer. Sequins in moderation make everything better. Her shirt was more or less a plain pewter colored sleeveless top with a loose and lightly plunged neckline; the sequins only covered her straps, which were like little triangular caps, pinched where it met the rest of her shirt and flaring out towards her shoulder. Her dazzling sequins and conveniently revealed cleavage helped her get the attention of the bartender; Morgan pressed her chest together by squeezing her arms in. Showing a bit of skin always helped her get noticed when there were several other people waiting to get a drink. A thin circular silver necklace with a brown feather inspired pendant helped draw attention as well. It was a simple necklace, just a circular pendant with a brown feathers trapped under glass; it looked like dyed peacock feather.

The bartender raised an eyebrow at her and smiled. The redhead twirled a curly lock and shouted her order trying be heard above the bass of the music , “Vodka Tonic.”

It only took a moment before her drink arrived. Morgan pulled a few bills out of a red leather clutch dangling from her wrist on a silver chain. Taking her purse in one hand and her drink in the other, Morgan began walking out towards the dance floor; keeping her amber eyes peeled for someone attractive to dance with. Just as she began to take a sip from her drink, someone found her instead.

A tall man, couldn’t have been more than 25, bumped into Morgan. Her vodka tonic spilled from her hand, splashing down and hitting her plain black, tight mini skirt and the bottom of her grey top. “Hey!” Morgan looked down to survey the damage, luckily no alcohol had fallen onto her chocolate suede boots. It was a little to early in the season for knee high boots, but Morgan had just bought them for the fall and couldn’t wait to test them out. She would have screamed bloody murder if anything had happened to her new boots; she adored how they had a nice relaxed slouch and the suede was folded over onto the thin 3" heel. The boots were a delicious shade of chocolate and complimented with a square polished nickel buckled towards the top on each outer side. The toes were slightly rounded.

Her anger at being bumped subsided when she turned to face the person who bumped her. OH! It was a man. Decent face, a little bit like Adam Brody (much better than Adrian). He had respectable clothes on; he’d do fine. As the man sputtered apologies, Morgan just lightly smiled saying it was alright and he could make it up to her later if he liked. Morgan whispered something into his ear and then dashed off, walking to the washroom to clean her skirt up a bit.