Din and Jessie strolled side by side.
As they walked into the club, Taylor said to Will, "This is my party."
"Really?" Williams asked. He was perplexed. She wasn't shabby either. She was thin and attractive. She's the kind of lady that goes for her dreams.
Taylor smiled and nodded. "Today will be the first day of serving my new brand. Plensa diferente." When she saw Will's befuddlement, she grinned. "Think Different…is what it means."
Will remarked, "It's strange how I've heard about it."
"Have you?" Taylor's face revealed a startled expression.
Will smiled and nodded. "Last night, my father and I discussed it. I had no idea I'd be seeing the creator here tonight. But why in Spanish?"
"Spanish, on the other hand, sounds pleasant to the ear."
He smiled and nodded. "I have a feeling this is going to be a fun party."
"Well, I have a feeling those two will turn into something powerful before tomorrow morning," says Taylor, directing what she said to Jessie and Din.
"On that point, I concur." Will and Taylor started laughing.
Before she left to mix cocktails, Taylor hugged Jesse.
"Come on," Din said. He guided Jessie to the bar by placing his hand on the lower back of her waist. As Jessie had requested, he ordered a cocktail with Taylor's champagne included. Jessie was pleased with her friend's accomplishments.
"I appreciate it." Jessie was the one who took the cocktail from him. "I guess we'll have to start afresh. Jessica Walker here." Din took her hand as she extended it.
"Din Cooper," he forced a grin on his lips.
"All right, so you came here to party with your friend?" she inquired. "You don't appear to be a party animal. It appears that you were compelled to come here tonight."
Din smiled and nodded. "It seems that you, too, were dragged out here."
Jessie laughed. "Everyone's got their own shit going on." She stated her case.
"Really?"
Jessie smiled and nodded.
"So, what exactly is your shit? Divorced?"
After he said those words, Jessie locked her gaze on him.
"I'm really sorry," Din apologised.
"No, it's fine. I'm not married. My fiance had just abandoned me." She downed the beverage in one gulp.
"Be careful," he cautioned.
"Hmm. What about you? I'm sure you also have some shit going on." Jesse said as she set down the goblet and placed an order for a heavier alcoholic beverage. She only wants to get drunk and then go back to her room to sleep or suffer from a hangover.
Din paused for a moment.
"Don't worry, I won't question you. This is a secure location. Tell it as it is," she stated.
He asked, "Have you ever been in a situation where you don't make your own decisions but allow others to do it for you?" Jessie could empathise. It made her think of Marco Anderson. "That's my nonsense." Din isn't sure why he's confiding in her. He never confides in Beth. He detested the lady in front of him, but he sensed she, too, was in excruciating pain.
"Well, I can relate to that since I have always been perfect for my ex-fiance, and he has never seen me weep in the eight years we were together."
"Wow, that's deep."
"I know, and he wanted me to stop singing. I can't stop singing; it's my goal. He wants me to marry him and become a housewife, focusing solely on him. I had to tell him no; I needed to put myself first for once, and he became angry and left me," Jessie explained. Din requested a heavier alcoholic beverage.
They clinked their glasses together. "All I can say is that you are a strong woman. Let's cheer for that."
"To happiness," they both said.
Both took six or seven shots to discuss their issues. Jessie has already become a little tipsy. The music became a little more upbeat. "Let's go dancing. This music is fantastic." Jessie said as she leapt from the stool. She grabbed Din's hand and led him to the dance floor.
Jessie felt like she was floating on cloud nine as their bodies bounced back and forth. She was in the best shape she hadn't been in years. As she approached the table, she asked, "Do you want me to show you something?" Din was perplexed.
"Oh no," Taylor exclaimed as she stood there watching her pal scale the table. Her pal didn't have any slacks on. Din was approached by Taylor. "You just let her go? In that condition?"
"She desired it. What could possibly go wrong?" he wondered.
But Taylor made a point. "That."
Jessie took off her heels and tossed them into the crowd. She let go of her tied hair and began shaking her butt on the table.
"Does she always act like this when she's inebriated?" Din was the one who inquired.
"No, she was eighteen the last time she was like this."
"We need to intervene before she exposes herself." Din tried to approach her, but Taylor intervened.
'This is the first time she's felt this way in a long time. Allow her to be joyful, and as she is about to undress, you save her. Is that all right?" Din nodded as Taylor said. They were both watching Jessie dance at the table. "By the way, she's not wearing pants."
"What?" Din was having a relationship with someone else. How might someone's behaviour go from excellent to inappropriate in a matter of seconds? He had no idea what was going on.
With a drink in his hand, Will approached them. "Your champagne is the nicest I've had here today," he remarked as he sipped on his straw. He said, as he focused on Jessie, "Are you sure we shouldn't save her?"
Taylor replied, "Not yet." She took out her phone and began taking pictures.
Jessie beckoned Taylor to the table as she gestured her over. With a shake of her head, Taylor expressed her dissatisfaction with the situation. Jessie kept on dancing. She started screaming. She appeared to be enjoying the time of her life at that table, displaying the conduct she had kept buried for so long.
On the floor, there was a loud thud. Taylor dashed over to her. Everything fell silent. "Are you all right?" Taylor inquired as she assisted Jessie to her feet.