In the club…
The nightclub is dimly lit and full of patrons that are here to enjoy their night.
There is a bar along one wall, a dance area in the middle, and the booths are arranged in one area of the club where people are leaning close to each other so that they can converse over the loud music while sipping their beverages.
In one of the booths are Mia, Liz, and Brianna, each with a glass of wine.
Brianna looked at her phone with a complex expression on her face. It was vibrating and the ID 'Quentin' was displayed for the umpteenth time.
"Don't you dare answer that.", Mia warned Brianna.
Brianna frowned. "What if he is worried?"
"Worried about what?", Liz asked. "Max and Hunter know where we are, and they should be with him by now. If he says he is sorry, what will your response be? And if he is not sorry, are you willing to continue like this?"
