The music shook the building, bass running through the floor like a heartbeat. The club was alive, crowded, loud, expensive.
Ash sat comfortably on the couch in their section, drink in hand, a stupid grin on his face. In front of him, two women were fully twerking on him, moving in perfect rhythm like they had nothing to prove. It wasn't sloppy. It wasn't forced. It was clean, confident, real skill.
Ash leaned back like a king in his seat, soaking in the moment, shaking his head like he just saw art in motion.
"The girl is so fire," he mumbled out, almost to himself, voice half-groan like he didn't even believe how good it was.
Joey, sitting next to Damon and Ty, heard him loud and clear. He turned his head slowly, eyes narrowing. "Don't tell me you about to start simpin' already."
Ash didn't even argue, raising his glass slightly. "Hey, I'm just saying… I find a girl like this every night? Might have to retire from the streets."
