After 20 minutes we arrived at the club. As a diehard fan of clubs everything was usual for Hari. So when the security asked for her ID, she already had it in her hand. While me who did not know anything, I had to take it out from my purse and showed it to him.

Right after entering the club, I blocked my both my ears using my hands from the noise, and sometimes I felt like I want to puke as it was so crowded. It was so hard to even walk to the bar.

"What do you want to drink?" asked Hari as she already ordered her drink.

"Same as yours." Since it was my first time, I don't know what kind of drinks were there. The only thing I know that of course there were liquors.

"Same like me? Just don't regret it." she smirked mischievously.

I ignored her as I thought she was just trolling.

I looked around the club. Most of people were dancing crazily to the upbeat music that had been played by the dj. Some of them were making out and some of them just sitting while drinking at the corner like I was for the rest of the night.

"Here's your drink." a handsome bartender served our drinks and winked at us right before he walked away.

I frowned for a second and Hari was squealing and fangirling for the bartender. That's why I said we were so different.

"You wanna dance?" asked Hari as she got up from the seat.

"Nah, I'm good." I refused while smiling, did not want Hari to get upset.

"Okay then!" 

My eyes were fixed on her walking to the dance floor and started dancing. I sighed and then looked at my drink. It was clear just like a glass of water with olives in it. I tried to take a sip and immediately put it away. It was so bitter and not delicious at all. Then I questioned myself how Hari drank that without spitting it out.

"Excuse me. I'm sorry but what's this?" I asked the handsome bartender while pointing at my drink.

"It's called martini, miss." he smiled.

I thanked the bartender and tried to drink it again. Second time it was not that bad.

"Hey, look. I think you're cute. May I have your phone number or something?" the bartender asked me as he tried to hold my hand.

I quickly brushed his hand and smiled awkwardly. Then I stood up and said, "Erm, I'll just go find my friend. how much for the drink?" I asked as I took out my purse.

"Nah, no need to pay. It's on me."

"Oh really? Then I shall not leave without drinking al