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Message: <blockquote data-quote="izillama" data-source="post: 4687620" data-attributes="member: 79171">'There really was a reason why, in life, I never liked to go out to clubs or do anything of the sort. It's so mundanely idiotic! What, pray tell, is the purpose of dancing like this? Do people get some sort of natural high from drinking themselves into a stupor and then grinding on each other like dogs in heat? And this man, Jim, is no exception. Look at him. What did he have? Two shots and now he can't even contr... Ack! Stop brushing up against me! What am I, some sort of pole? Have something in the way of common decency and gentlemanly behavior for the love of God! Oh well, at least I have Ruby. Huh? Hey, Ruby? Why are you walking away from me!? Not you too. No wonder I have abandonment issues. Everyone gets me mixed up with these dick-headed pricks and then they leave me. And everyone wonders why I'm so bitter!'Clover watched as her friend completely lost focus and walked away, over to another group of boys. Oh well, at least now she didn't have to share. Which was good, because all of this dancing was making her hungry. Time to strike.She was feeling daring. Seductive. She grinned impishly, preparing herself mentally for the feast, "Jim? Why don't we go somewhere a little more... private? Just you and me." She curled her finger in the quintessential "come-hither" movement, then began to walk to the back of the club to one of the private booths. She had had enough of that damned alleyway!</blockquote>

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