Sasha had never been to a club like this before. It was dark, hot, and packed with people from all walks of life. She could feel the sweat from bodies pressed against her as she made her way to the bar.
"Two shots of tequila," she yelled over the pounding music to the bartender. Someone brushed against her side, and she turned to see a tall, muscular man with a beard.
"Can I buy you a drink?" he asked, flashing a charming grin.
Sasha hesitated. She wasn't used to being hit on so aggressively. But the man's piercing blue eyes were hard to resist. "Sure," she said, and the man ordered them two more shots of tequila.