You hear about some very popular clubs downtown and decide to check them out.Walking in to the first club, you aren’t disappointed. The place is ful... of beautiful people. You and your buddies buy a round of drinks and start working your way out to the dance floor. It isn’t long before you feel someone’s ass grinding against your back. Hoping it’s not some dude, you turn around and notice a little brunette facing away from you, dancing as her friends giggle. She’s wearing a sparkly silver. I shook hair out of my eyes and stood in my best demanding pose."Hey Argentinian!" I shouted. Chris' head jolted up and when he saw me gave me this curious smirk. He got up from his table and walked over to me. "Hey halfy-Nicaraguan. What's the college sophomore theater major talking to a tiny web design major like me?" Chris asked in a teasing voice. His lips were smirking at me. I rolled my eyes."Don't even think about teasing me. For one, I am darker then you, and two, I am about to grace. No applause followed her as she left the stage and no-one asked her to sit down with them. No-one was that desperate for company. Ten minutes passed before the next girl came on, this time presented by the DJ: ‘Welcome Miss Demeanor!’ he shouted and a few of the men at least turned around to face the stage. Miss Demeanor’s real name was Emma which Daniel knew: a girl who had ran away from home when she was 15, scraped by until she turned eighteen when she asked for a job at the club. Starting. She collected her things and headed for the door when the alarm bell began to sound from the gate. She opened the door and heard shouts from outside.“Open the Gate! Open the Gate!”As she ran across the courtyard, the gates slowly parted. Two riders crossed through, drawing to a stop in front of Marguerite. One was bundled in blankets and slumped heavily in the saddle. The other, a muscular, bearded man, jumped down and closed the distance to Marguerite. “Get help! He is ill!”She suddenly.