The party started off without a hitch. No sign of Colin. And in the super pricey, yet splurge-worthy Italian restaurant, they ate an extravagant pasta and lobster meal, guzzled red wine. Then they stumbled out, piling into the stretch limo idling outside, the ladies screaming and laughing and singing and dancing to bumping dance tunes as they rode through the electric pump of the glittery city, over to the swanky nightclub, where they’d get this party REALLY started…
“I gotta feeling!!!” they sang in unison. The limo’s surround sound stereo was cranked to full blast, rocking the ladies’ bopping bodies with its booming bass, the girls clinking champagne glasses, moving and grooving jubilantly in the limo’s cushy brown leather seats.