A college graduate that finds her adorable

"Well aren't you just the cutest little thing," Jenna heard as someone pressed against her, squeezing her tightly. She immediately tensed up, not expecting to be touched or even talked to in the line, so used to being invisible in the background that she still expected to quietly slip in without being observed.

"Do you talk, sweetie?" She looked up at the person still holding her, into impossibly blue eyes of a tall, blonde woman that was clutching her like someone might hold a show dog that was trying to get away.

After another moment, Jenna managed to process what she was saying and stammered out, "Um, thank you," a little pathetically, obviously not sure about how she was supposed to react to it. But if anything, that only emboldened the blonde further as she started guiding the dark-haired teen to the front of the line. She started to hold out her ID but the blonde physically pushed her hand down, shaking her head with a little laugh as she walked past the bouncer with a little wave.

"No sweetie, you're with me now, you don't need to worry about that. You're not going to get me into any trouble, now are you?" She didn't pause at all to give Jenna a chance to reply. "Of course you're not, you're adorable and you're not going to be any trouble at all. Now come."

And so she found herself inside the club, the music pounding, lights dim and flickering a multitude of colors. The blonde clearly knew her way around as she practically dragged Jenna up a metal staircase, past what looked like a second bouncer - who didn't so much as glance Jenna's way as he opened the door - and into a secondary area.