Lotte Green.
Charlotte POV.
"Salyut," Luna yells in Russian, raising her glass with half of the club, no one wants to go home, everyone is in here, and everyone is still heavy on the drinking.
"Salut! To never get old," I say and drown the drink, I have never seen Olli this loose before, or maybe it's the booze talking.
He had taken off his jacket and loosened the button of the shirt, and I lost one of my shoes, but I didn't care, it made dancing more interesting, well trying to dance and move while holding on to Luna hoping that I wouldn't fell down on the ground.
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