South beach by Aimee Friedman

there, " Holly said, pointing to the bouncer. Her voice broke. "I don't have a fake ID, Alexa! I told him I left my ID in the motel, but he wouldn't let me -- "
    "I figured," Alexa said. She piled her hair on top of her head and took a deep breath. This called for some serious measures. There was no way she could let Holly mope back to the Flamingo wrapped in self-pity. If I'm going to have the night of my life, Alexa thought, Holly should at the very least be able to witness it. She let her hair fall gently back to her shoulders.
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    "Come with me," Alexa said, grabbing Holly's wrist and steering her toward the entrance of Ohio's. Holly followed grudgingly, and waited in line again until they made it back to the bouncer.
    "Hi there," Alexa said, lowering her lashes. "Remember me?"
    "Could never forget you." The bouncer grinned.
    Alexa fingered the spaghetti straps of her beaded cami. "Listen, my best friend here"-- she linked her arm through Holly's --"left her ID back at the motel! Don't you feel sad for her? And I can't have a good time unless my best friend is with me...."
    Holly wanted to laugh at the irony of the best friend reference, but she knew she should keep a straight face.
    The bouncer didn't budge. "I can't let someone in without an ID, honey."
    "Forget it," Holly said, trying to extract her arm, but Alexa wouldn't let her go.
    "I love your accent," Alexa told the bouncer. "Where are you from?"
    "Haiti, originally," the bouncer replied.
    Why is she asking him that? Holly wondered, still trying to remove herself from Alexa's grip.
    "So you must speak French, then!" Alexa said. When the bouncer nodded, Alexa immediately launched into fluent, beautiful French.
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    ''S'il vous plaît, monsieur. J'ai besoin de mon amie! Je vous promets qu'elle ne boirera rien. " As she spoke, she batted her lashes. French was her first language, and she spoke it even better when she was a little tipsy.
    "What did you just say?" Holly hissed. She took Italian in school, so she hadn't understood a word.
    The bouncer's face broke into a huge smile. "D 'accord, " he replied, stepping aside to let them in. "Go in, chérie. Both of you. But keep to that promise," he warned Holly.
    "What promise?" Holly asked Alexa once they were safely inside.
    "I told him you wouldn't drink!" Alexa laughed. "But he'll never know. Come on. Your first one's on me!"
    After Alexa had treated Holly to a Cuba Libre -- and downed her own, which Colby had waiting for her -- they all hit the dance floor. The crew from the Flamingo formed a big circle, and Colby joined some of his buddies, but hovered near Alexa. The dance floor was packed with wriggling, sweaty bodies. Alexa closed her eyes, threw her arms up, and began to rotate her hips, letting the hip-hop beat course through her. As she twirled around, her skirt flared up naughtily. She felt good and drunk now, which loosened her limbs and made her moves even more fluid. Practically
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    every boy on the dance floor was watching her, which she could sense even with her eyes closed.
    Holly was so grateful to be inside Ohio's that she cast aside her usual inhibitions and started shaking her shoulders and wiggling her behind. Kaitlin and Daisy shook it next to her, and Jonathan swayed, clearly lacking any rhythm. The twins danced side by side, dipping and curving their arms, raver-style. Holly grinned. She'd never gone out dancing before, but here she was, at a real club, and sort of enjoying herself. It didn't hurt that she'd drunk half of that Cuba Libre she hadn't wanted any of it at first, but the sweet liquid had slid down her throat too smoothly to resist.
    The DJ switched to Outkast and the crowd cheered. Holly turned to look at the rest of the dance floor, and suddenly felt a pair of hands on her hips. She gasped and whirled around, only to find herself pressed up against Aaron's chest. He kept his hands tight on her hips and began moving in time with her. It was obvious Holly didn't know what to do