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Marigold nodded. "I'll take a virgin strawberry daiquiri. Make sure it's a virgin." She scanned the club with interest. It was interesting after all or it was supposed to be. She sighed and took a seat. At some point before she had come to the club she had changed into her solid red over-the-shoulder and red skinnies. She had refrained from going overboard and going with her cute red cocktail dress. How many men had she caught the eye of in that dress? She could say hundreds but then she liked to be modest. Her heels thankfully weren't as tacky as some of the other women she noticed in the club. She had gone with the strappy black heels that weren't too small and yet weren't five inches long. She tapped the to a beat in her head as she sat gazing about the club languidly.

She had only noticed one cutie so far and was quite disappointed that there weren't many others. She readjusted herself on the couch and sighed once more glancing to Flora and Nolita pleadingly. "Who am I really looking for?" She muttered to herself and half to her friends keeping the volume down so as the boy couldn't hear.