"Have a another shot!" Sofia screamed over the thundering, thumping bass music in the club.
Meredith accepted the proffered shot glass and downed the vodka in one gulp. Her cheeks burned hot as the alcohol slid down her throat.
Sofia beamed at her with a proud look on her face like she was happy that she was corrupting her.
Meredith doesn't remember the number of shots she has had since they entered the club. Sofia said she had to get completely wasted so that she doesn't chicken out when someone approaches her for a dance.
Not that she would because that's the main reason why she allowed Sofia to doll her up and followed her to the club.
To have fun and forgot about her extremely hot boss. Meredith's gaze swept around the club and saw it was made up of different people.
They were some wearing really short dresses that barely covered their ass. Some with piercings and tattoos all over their body.
