THE SWAPARTY : CHAPTER 1
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After considerable persuasion, bordering on emotional blackmail, Peter finally convinced his friend Ralph to accompany him to a club.

Just this evening, Peter had returned from a week-long vacation to find his roommate, Ralph, alone, surrounded by an accumulation of garbage and beer cans, drinking and crying. It turns out that two days after Peter's departure, Ralph and his girlfriend of three years, Sonya, had broken up. Ralph was devastated and had turned to alcohol as a coping mechanism.

Understanding the situation, Peter, in typical guy fashion, concluded there was only one solution for Ralph to move on: meet someone new! This is why Peter and Ralph now found themselves in the entry queue for the "Èl Mìera Club."

"Ugh, Peter, can't we just turn around...and go back? I'm not feeling confident enough to socialize, bro!" Ralph whispered as the queue steadily diminished.

"Don’t worry, man! You just need to get back out there," Peter clapped Ralph on the back, ignoring the gloomy expression on his friend’s face. "Look, it’s a packed house tonight, you’re bound to find someone interesting. Plus, the music is supposed to be awesome."

"Next!" the bouncer bellowed. Peter and Ralph shuffled forward. Two massive men, arms like tree trunks, filled the doorway. "Passes?" one grunted, his gaze sweeping over them, lingering a moment on Ralph’s still-dismal face. Peter fumbled in his pocket, producing two VIP passes. The bouncer’s expression softened slightly, a flicker of a smile. "Welcome to Swaparty," he said, stepping aside to let them in.

"Dude, those bouncers were like, actual mountains," Peter muttered, shaking his head slightly as they stepped past the imposing figures. "I thought they were going to turn us away just for you looking sad."

As the guys stepped in, they were stunned to see the club. Peter instantly pointed towards the dance stage where a bunch of women and couples were dancing. But their eyes only focused on two particular girls rubbing against each other.

The shorter one of them was a cute white petite redhair, with braided hairs, locking her eyes with the taller goth looking women, she was curvier and had black long hairs assisting her with tattoos and multiple piercings. Both felt polar opposite like a pair of fairy and devil.

"Woah! Look at them bro, I can bet they are just ‘best friends’." Peter joked about …