You could hear the bass from inside the club a mile down the road. I pull the keys out of the ignition, and start to walk into the club with Candice. Eva had already found somewhere to wonder off too, probably with her new boyfriend of the week. "I.D. please." A rather large man asks me, holding out his hand. I show him it, as does Candice. The man unchained the rope, and I smile big at Candice. "Are you exited?" She asks me, stepping into the club. Candice has very little experience with these types of thing. She's 21 and Eva is 23. I'm the youngest one of the group. The "baby" As they say. "Yes!" I giggle, showing my one dimple. She pokes it and smiles. "Lets get a drink." Candice shouts over the booming music. I nod, as she grabs my hand an pulls me over to the bar. I brush a piece of my waved hair out of my face, and slightly smile at the bar tender. "You gotta do a shot!" Many people around me say, along with "Happy birthday bitch!" It was insulting at first, but after two shots it didn't bother me. "You alright?" Candice giggles, holding a shot glass of her own. I laugh and set my glass down. "Let's dance!" Candice shouts. "Thank you!" I slur to the bartender, as he waves us bye. "Eva!" I laugh and walk over to her. "Who's this?" I ask, pointing to a rugged, tattooed boy she's now grinding on. "I don't know!" She giggles and winks.