Club

STANLEY POV

The blaring music feels like thunder against my sensitive ears, and I keep having to grind my teeth together to push past the pain.

"Yeah, I think earplugs would have helped," Finley mumbles from next to me, and I look at him with a, "you think" expression.

He chuckles nervously before shrugging. He shoots back a swig of his weak beer and points toward the crowd with his hand.

"See anyone special," Fin asks, and I shake my head while thoroughly searching the crowd.

I haven't smelled or spotted anyone special: just half-naked women and desperate males competing for attention.

"She isnt here, and I'm having an awful time," I reply, and Fin nods as he looks toward the door.

"I guess I thought this would be more interesting than just standing here. Why do people like this type of social activity so much" Fin asks, and I shrug.

"Beats me. I guess the people who don't have soul mates have to find partners in other ways," I reply after a few seconds, and