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"No getting drunk, you’re our designated driver," Jameson reminded him Sanders cleared his throat

"Of course not, I am not a ’drunk’," he replied Tate cackled

"Reot wasted," she stammered in between chuckles Sanders smiled

"Yes You tore down the curtains in the library," he recalled Jaot ripped!?"

"Tattle tale," Tate laughed even harder

Dinner had been late, which led her to guess that they were going to stay in a hotel for the night So Tate was shocked when Sanders drove right through don and pulled up in front of a night club

"Seriously?" she asked, glancing back at Jameson

"Seriously Occasionally, I like to see you smile"

Jaenerally hated proper night clubs Tooto be cra and sexy ured he should at least be allowed to have sex at so, so he rarely went – if Tate felt like a night out, she usually had to do it solo

But he’d gone all out for her that night They bypassed the huge line, of course Mr Kane did not wait in lines A velvet rope ept aside with great flourish, and then they were led into the dark club by a young man who seemed way too excited to help them

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Of course there was the main dance floor, and of course there were VIP tables They walked past all of those to a back wall, in front of which stood several wrought iron, spiral staircases Tate looked up and was surprised to seePrivate rooas he showed them around their rooht with you Tammy will be your server, and she’ll be with you shortly"

Jameson made himself comfortable on a velvet couch while Sanders stood by the door, looking uncomfortable (ie, normal) When a waitress showed up to take their order for bottle service, Tate went out to bop around on the balcony, and didn’t come back in until the liquor was delivered