They look barely old enough to be inside a nightclub. A younger crowd that came to drink, dance, and have a good time.There were three separate groups...who were celebrating a birthday, and right from the start, they let everyone know, they were here to party and have fun.There was one boy celebrating his 21st birthday with mostly a group of boys his age and older ... with a scattering of girls in the groupThere was one girl celebrating her 21st birthday with her girlfriends. The other group was. "What the fuck!" she yelped before I felt a prod in my side. She musthave seen me move or breath."Luke!" she yelled as she removed more straps and started to pull thesheet away from my face. My eyes stung as light hit them for the firsttime in a few hours and I moaned. Looking up I could see the terrifiedface of a young blonde woman. She wore scruffy jeans and a worn leatherjacket. Her nose was pierced and I could see a small tattoo of a bird onher neck. She stared at me and I just stared. It was exactly like the “walk of shame” where you leave a guy’s apartment in the morning after a random hookup except I had some crusty dollar bills and my daughter was chirping and laughing in my ear about what a slut I am.I didn’t know how to answer that question. I had obviously fucked that guy but I didn’t want to talk about it or admit it. “What do you think?” I asked Rory as I slipped back on the t-shirt.“I am surprised he fucked you in that absurd T-shirt? I mean really,” she laughed.. .." Yeah," I admitted quietly, hardly able to look at her. "It...can turnpeople into exact copies of other people."She stared at me as if she thought I was joking, but quickly decided Iwasn't when she saw her own face again. "Exact copies?" It's only temporary," I quickly told her, hoping that this would keepher from getting too made. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have turned intoyou, but..." I gulped, not sure how I could possibly explain myreasoning to her. She'd trusted me and now she.