Grab a drink.

You wait an inordinately long amount of time to catch the bartender's attention before ordering a bourbon and coke, while Gemma and Alex chat away with cocktails in their hands. You can't quite hear their conversation over the thumping sound of the club music, but they seem to be having a fun time. You return to the two of them with another two cocktails - a bittersweet fruit concoction of Aperol, gin, vodka, and blood orange - where you stand and sip away at your drink while the girls continue to chat amongst themselves.

Gemma is wearing a black high-necked mini dress, adorned with sequins. You've actually never seen her done up like this before, and she looks absolutely smoking hot, despite the dimness of the lighting in the club. You can see every outline of her amazing body beneath the skin-tight fabric of her dress, down to the shape of her nipples underneath. Her lips shine with gloss, and her eyes seem somewhat glassy, a clue that she's already several drinks deep. You wonder how she was even able to buy **** given she's only 18, but all it takes is one look at both her and Alex to see that anyone with a working penis could never have said no to them.

Speaking of Alex, you take the opportunity to have a better look at her. She's a couple of inches taller than Gemma, not that the extra height means that she even approaches anything resembling being tall. She's a similar build - thin and toned, with slightly less curvy hips but slightly bigger tits. She's wearing a light pink halter strap mini dress, with a pair of heels which upon closer inspection seem to be giving her the extra height over Gemma. She's definitely what you would call attractive, and it seems that your experience of hot girls hanging out with other hot girls yet again rings true. You're roused from your study of Alex as you're grabbed by the wrist, and you turn to see Gemma looking up at you.

"Come on," she says with a smile, "Let's dance!"