At Mystique with many eligible young people

Mystique wasn't the quiet kind of after-work pub that the older office workers had their drinks at. For a bar just after 5PM, it was positively packed. It billed itself as a daytime dance club with all the trappings. Dark atmosphere, neon strobe lights, and wave after wave of smoke assaulted Daisy as she stepped into the bar.

All of a sudden she felt underdressed. She couldn't stop gawking at the ladies all around her. Some of them, like Sammie, were in professional clothes, but touched up just enough to make it look fierce. Most of the crowd looked like they hadn't left since last call the night before. There were ravers blasted on molly, business bros who didn't have real jobs and were "networking," and a few tried and true bachelorette parties that wouldn't let a little sunlight drag them down.

Sammie herself had untucked her blouse and tied it into a crop top, southern belle-style, and she was already grinding against a frizzy-haired blonde girl in flower-power bell bottoms and a bralette. The very sight of it made Daisy gasp.

She wasn't the only one getting down. Paul and some of the other office guys had stuck close to the bar, where they'd already caught the attention of a few ladies. One, a short Asian girl with bleach blonde hair in a minidress, was practically hanging off of him. His shirt was undone almost to his belly button, showing off a very sweaty and very slim chest. He might not have been musclebound, but he had an incredible physique.

Daisy didn't understand how they had gotten into it so quickly.