To the club!

In the end, pre-drinks turned out to be a pretty underwhelming affair - the girls were still sorting out their hair and make-up until the last possible moment, leaving Jack, Tim and me drinking together in the kitchen.

"So," asked Jack. "Who's the hottest girl in the flat?"

"It's got to be Emily," said Tim, more decisively than I expected from someone usually so shy. "She's really pretty and seems like fun."

"Nah," replied Jack. "Have you seen the tits on Laura? And remember last night? She's up for anything."

"What about you, Sam?"

"Oh, um..." I didn't really want to pick one, and wasn't sure I was too keen on the way Jack talked about women.

Thankfully, I was saved by the ringing of Jack's phone.

"Taxi's here!" he announced loud enough for the girls to hear from their rooms. "Time to go!"

The girls came running out of their rooms, still messing with their hair. I'd already seen Allie's outfit, but this was my first chance to check out Emily and Laura's.

Laura caught my eye first. Or, more accurately, her tits did - to be fair, they were practically falling out of her low-cut top, bouncing and jiggling as she ran into the room. Emily's outfit was more modest, some kind of band t-shirt over a pair of blue jeans; the t-shirt was tied at the bottom to expose just enough midriff to tease. Her stomach looked flat but soft, and I swore I saw the top of a tattoo poking out from the waistband of her jeans.

We all bundled into the taxi, which was larger than a typical car and capable of fitting us all. I ended up squashed between Emily and Laura, something I wasn't particularly annoyed about, as we sped off towards the club.

The Pink Lettuce was a relatively large club, with multiple rooms. The main dance floor was in a dark room playing aggressive EDM tracks I didn't know, with a bar along one side of the room. It was already a writhing mass of bodies, and the smell of sweat mixed with vodka floated through the air.