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Ivy looked at him. His eyes were hopeful, desperate. He wanted the easy kind of fun—the kind you buy with a drink ticket and forget by morning. She shook her head once, took a sip of her electric blue lie, and stepped away.

The crowd groaned. The energy dipped.

For the rest of the night, no one left. The sun came up, pale and irrelevant. The bouncers turned on the house lights. And still, the ghost of that bassline lingered in Ivy's sternum, asking its endless, lovely question. Kat Chondo - If You Want Some Fun -Original Mix...

She was there to watch.

She set her glass on the rail. She stepped into the crowd. She didn't dance to the beat—she danced against it, a little off-rhythm, a little dangerous. Kat Chondo nodded once, twisted the reverb to infinite, and let the whole room fall into a dub echo of itself. Ivy looked at him

The bassline hit like a low, warm whisper just before midnight. The room was a slow-motion hurricane of glitter, smoke, and bare feet. Ivy stood at the edge of it all, a half-empty glass of something electric blue sweating in her hand. She wasn't there to dance. Not yet. She shook her head once, took a sip

She pushed through the bodies until she was at the front rail, ten feet from Kat Chondo. The DJ opened her eyes.