Gemotions

The pounding music in the club vibrated through Clara’s body. She'd been feeling leaden, bored, recently. Now, she felt like she could dance all night. The revelation that Emily, who always talked about her ‘unfulfilling admin job,’ was actually a secret agent felt like a punch to the gut and a shot of adrenaline at the same time.

Clara had seen the photos. Emily, in a tactical vest, holding a weapon. It was impossible to deny. She felt the urge to laugh, to scream, to spin around in circles. Her friend, a spy! The utter absurdity of it all.

She pushed through the crowd, towards the bar. The lights flashed, the bass thrummed. She wanted a drink, no, she *needed* a drink. She imagined the stories she could tell, the secrets they could share, the adventures. The night held so much potential.