“Hey, only I can tell Di to fuck off, bitch.” “She said fuck off, so hey, fuck off.” He gave Diamond a push and even though ze hated hir body for doing it, ze stumbled back two steps. He put his tattooed hand on Diamond’s, the letters H-A-T-E on his fingers covering hir up and peeling hir off of Maddy. Her sometimes relationship with a biker named Duke was in the on-again phase but ze didn’t like him any better this time around. Maddy was in full bloom, wearing black leather pants and a sheer red top that showed off pretty much her entire torso. Di couldn’t tell if she was dazed or angry.
Feeling hir sister’s elbow made her a little more real in this place, and as Di was coming down from the ecstasy ze’d taken earlier, ze was happy for anything even realish. The bass line vibrated the floorboards under their feet, neon and white lights cutting through the dry ice mist that pumped out from next to the dancers who jiggled behind aluminum fake cages in the corners of the long room. Diamond grabbed at Maddy’s elbow as if that would get her attention in the nightclub.
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