Once Harry walked through the door of the club, it didn't take him more than a minute to spot her. To his amazement, she was standing right there on the stage with another girl in a twerking contest while the crowd cheered them on.
What did she think she was doing up there? Harry mused as he walked further into the club, which was gradually getting filled with people even though it was just past eight in the evening.
Judging by how excited she had been over the phone and what she was doing right now, he could tell that she was more than a little tipsy. Else, what was she doing up there? How many glasses of alcoholic drink did she drink to be acting this way already? He wondered as he slowly made his way towards the bar to find out exactly what she had been up to from the barman.
