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Sabine would've never thought herself as a club-goer again.  She had, largely during the past eight years, seen just about every scene there was to see in seaside hometown (which was, in fact, a city).

The hypnotic beats; the strobes and sweeps of lasers; the hot, sultry pants of other clubbers and their collective heat...that in itself was an exhilarating experience, given some moderation.  A weekend party, or perhaps a holiday celebration with a group of closely-knit friends made for safe partying.  Someone always watched the other, for one reason or another.

As if she'd ever done that.

She was dumber, then.  Now?  Well, she heard that Shine City was pretty safe overall.  Safe enough from what, one might ask?

The brunette sniffled as she swiped her index finger through her cellphone, calculating budgets and cutting expenses for what might've been a very exciting night, or not.  That depended on the DJ and the people.

Right then and there, someone popped up the question :

[i][color=39b54a]"Sorry, do you know what time it is?"[/color][/i]

To which the answer was a very sarcastic :

[i]"Time for you to get a watch, asshole." [/i]

...ouch.

Well, she did have to factor in time too.  Whoever popped the question was just unlucky to not have phone or watch, a habit she only killed just recently.

And what a "whoever" was he.  Tall, slim, but certainly not too gaunt...not bad at all...

On her tippy-toes, Sabine leaned forward and raised her hand...

...poked the guy on his shoulder...

...[i]don't fall...don't...nopenopenopenope...[/i]...

Sabine didn't even realize she had squeezed her eyes shut, so it was much to her surprise that once she opened them again, her nose had barely missed the man's back.  Quickly, she corrected her stance and glanced at her phone again.

[i][b]Crisis averted.[/b][/i]

[color=9e0039]"Excuse me?  It's...21:19...or 9:19 PM...I think.  Yeah...it should be...[/color]