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Hudson laughed at Riley's response about why it wasn't a club night. He could relate to that. While those clubs earned their reputation as being cool for a reason, they were also overrated if you didn't have the money to ball out and have a good time. It was even harder for a guy, than it was for a girl, to enjoy places like those. The girls could get in for free a lot of the time, if they knew the right people, because clubs like that loved having pretty model-looking girls in their establishment. Guys, on the other hand, always had to pay. For some of the less exclusive clubs, it was just a cover, but for the exclusive ones, you had to shell out hundreds, if not thousands of dollars to reserve a table. While Hudson was supporting himself financially in a way that he was proud of, he definitely didn't have enough money to just throw away like that... and that was saying something, since Hudson had been a party boy for most of his youth, and often found a way to convince himself that unnecessary things like that were worth it.
"I feel that," he admitted, nodding through a chuckle as he took a swig of the new drink the bartender had brought over.
"At least you're real about it, too," he said. He could give credit to the girls that worked the system of New York's nightlife. He knew girls that went out every night for free, with all of their drinks paid for through club promoters. It was great for them, since they were milking the system that needed them just as much. Coincidentally, though, he found most of those girls to be very shallow. They were often the ones who claimed to be "Instagram models", and whose morals disappeared the second they heard that something was going to be free. For the most part, he felt like it wasn't his business, and if that was what made them happy, then good for them, but at the same time, it was a turn off in itself, knowing that someone was so obsessed with their image that they would do anything just to be able to say they were at New York's hottest club that night.
"What do you do for a living?" he asked, feeding off of her paycheck comment.
"I'm tempted to be that cheesy pickup line right now, and tell you that I'd bet money on you being a model, but you don't seem like the kinda girl that would swoon over something like that," he admitted with a smile.
"Are you guys still students?" he continued, knowing that they all appeared to be fairly young. Once people were in their twenties, the age gap wasn't as big of a deal as it was when one party was still a teenager (even if it was a legal teenager), but at the same time, Hudson wasn't some predator who prayed on younger girls who seemed much younger than him emotionally, even if they were in that "safe range". He had looked to Riley then, waiting for her answer, but his head swiveled in the other direction when he felt a coat being pulled out from behind where he sat. He shifted, allowing her to pull it free, and would have apologized for sitting on part of it, but she was already talking, apologizing and saying she was leaving. It seemed kind of odd that the girl who had just lured him over to the booth was suddenly so ready to leave, but Hudson didn't know her (or any of them) well enough to decide that something had to be wrong. From what he knew about girls, it seemed strange to just leave your friends in a bar with the excuse of being tired, but again, he didn't know them like that to feel the need to extend his opinion.
"Well, looks like I get credit for buying you two drinks now," he said, looking on the bright side as he playfully pushed Jetta's untouched glass towards Riley.
