"Go away!! I don't want you here with me!"
The sharp, angry voice of a girl echoed through the air, silencing the chatter around us
"Oye, what's happening there?" John muttered, already pushing forward through the group of club-goers.
"Let's check it out," I said, my voice firm, already striding ahead.
The pulsing bass of the music thrummed through the area, but the unsettling energy ahead of us cut through the haze of neon lights and cigarette smoke. My instincts were on high alert as I led the way, my gaze locking onto the scene unfolding near a high-top table.
John, Tasha, Mia, Lisa, and I moved as a unit, but the closer we got, the more the unease situation came into our view.
