"Wow, sweet ride!" Rem said with a big smile.
"Oh this little toy?" replied the newly minted slickly dressed stud she was leering at. "Yeah, just takin' it out this way for a test drive. Hey you a local girl? We were just thinking about hittin' the club, but the place Izzy here heard about burned down apparently. Where's the nightlife around here?"
Neither Rick nor Emily had really been into the club scene. They'd met back in college, hit up some frat parties, but that was about it. Was that still true for Rem, though? She said "let's see..." to stall for time and started looking through her phone. So many texts from unfamiliar names. Looking through the ones from the past few weeks though... "oh! The Cage! It's..." She looked through her photos frantically. "A bit underground."
The blond guy did a quick search. "Yeah, seems legit."
"Cool. Hop in." The black guy gestured to the back seat of his convertible. Rem stiffled a giggle and off the all went.
The guy she'd broken the ice with just went by V. Rem couldn't really get a handle on what it was he did for a living. The blond guy though, Ivan, he was the manager for Ana, an up and coming pop star from Hungary, just kinda touring the U.S. And Isabella, or Izzy, was a model they all knew who had a summer home a few hours away. Rem was a bit impressed that her camera had made all of that true. According to reality as it currently was, none of them had even been in the mall, they were just in the parking lot stopping to look up a place to go drinking.
And go drinking they did! Rem was apparently quite the party girl to know the place they ended up even existed. From the outside it looked like an abandoned pawn shop, but the back room was a huge dance floor with a bar along one side and some private tables in the corner, all separated out with metal bars. Rem let V order for her and he started her off with something real strong with a particularly dirty name. She was honestly a bit of a lightweight and before long she was sitting on V's lap, one hand working up Ivan's thigh, and playing footsie with one of the girls, she wasn't quite sure which. It made a fun guessing game, like which one of the four had started as a guy.
"So what's the story with that old camera?" asked Izzy.
Rem wasted no time launching into an exposition, and taking a few photos of the bartender to demonstrate. He went from a tough biker looking guy to a blonde girl in just a vest and chaps to a green haired nonbinary DJ blasting vaporwave to a bald woman wearing nothing above the waist but some really elaborate tattoos, pouring drinks again.
"That little extra blast of music reminds me we need to hit the dance floor," said Izzy, pulling Ana along. Rem was a little tempted to join, but on the other hand she had both guys to herself for the moment...