In da club

I am chilling like a vip villain in a booth at lucky bar. The music is loud, my buzz has worn off. The girl I thought I would be hitting on (and hopefully hook up with) is dancing with some douchebag. I don't get it. I want to go to bed. Too loud. And these white kids can't dance. Are they kidding? I have seen better dancing on National Bandstand from the fifties. And that was the fifties.

I will update later with specific details. But to recap, I am over this.
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