The Cam Model's Aid: Chapter 7 (Patreon)

"Vibing in the Club"

All Individuals depicted are over the age of 18, and are engaged in consensual activities.

 The next couple of days passed by in a blur of lectures, freelance programming and helping out as a cam aide on Ellie's page.

The addition of her own website had been a major success among her fan base. The link had been added on her profile, as well as an announcement in chat during her shows.

Ellie had messaged him privately on the platform, telling him that she had taken his suggestion to heart and gotten a site made by a friend. Pretending to be pleasantly surprised was certainly a strange experience for him.

Ali asked whether viewers could tip on the site to see her “exclusive” content. Something he knew was possible, seeing as he had built it. All she had to do was send them a custom code.

Thus, the very popular tip menu option was added. By the end of the show, with lots of advertising the merits of the site, Ellie had several new subscribers.

Ali still couldn't believe some of the things Ellie did during her shows. Toys far larger than a girl her size had any right to use being buried deep into her ass. With more videos showcasing her skills being uploaded every day to her site, he was confident Ellie's popularity would continue to rise.

It was now Thursday evening, and classes had ended for all members of the house. It was rare for everyone to be sitting down to eat at the same time. Partly due to differences in timetables and partly due to two of the girls…extracurricular activities.

But, tonight seemed to be a night off for both girls, meaning they were all gathered around the sofas, enjoying a takeaway that had been delivered. As Alana slurped up some noodles with her chopsticks, she hummed in satisfaction.

“That’s better. Too many classes on a Thursday, I tell you.” She placed her empty pot into the coffee table. “So, we've nearly survived our first week! How's everyone holding up?”

Mila rolled her eyes. “You make it sound like we were at a drill camp or something.” Alana pointed her chopsticks at her, “We might as well have been! Do you know how many assignments I have? In the first week? Three, dammit!”

Ellie laughed, sitting along the sofa. She had decided the perfect place to put her legs was across Ali’s lap, something he wasn't stupid enough to complain about. “Well, what are you going to do about it? At least it's the weekend after tomorrow.”

Alana smiles widely. “Exactly! No classes for two days, and you know what that means?” Ali chuckled, “you can get started on those assignments?” he teased.

Alana pulled a face, as if disgusted. “Er…no. We can party! Like, go out. There's decent clubs nearby, right?” Mila just sighed. “You just want an excuse to show off that dress you've been working on,” Alana shrugged. “I mean, I'm not going to be wearing that to class anytime soon, am I?”

Ali was very curious what this dress might be now, but before she could ask anything, Ellie bounced in her seat. “That would be cool! We can all get a taxi and have a proper night out. I heard there's a club in town that has an enormous dance floor. It's quite the popular spot amongst students.”

Alistair scratched his chin. “I'm not exactly a great dancer…” Ellie pat his thigh. “Don't worry, most people at these places aren't. They just kinda sway, especially after a few drinks.”

Mila shrugged. “I'm game. Besides, someone's got to make sure Alana doesn't embarrass herself too much.” Alana acted shocked. “Me? I'll have you know I'm a great dancer.”

“It's not your dancing I'm concerned about.” Mila said with a deadpan look. Alana just winked to her friend, making the group chuckle.

“Well then, looks like we're going out tomorrow! I'm going to go and pick out an outfit!” Ellie hopped up off the sofa, then bounced out of the room.

Alana leaned forwards in her seat, smirking at Ali. “Just wait till you see my outfit, Ali. I made it myself, you know! I can't wait to know what you think” Alana then also stood, gathering several of the takeaway pots to throw away in the kitchen.

As she heads off, Ali looks towards Mila with a raised brow. Mila just chuckles. “I'm not saying anything. Let's just say you may need to help fend off all the guys.” Mila then held her can if drink up. “Here's to being the responsible ones my friend. I imagine Ellie won't be much better”

Ali considered how Ellie usually acted, and couldn't help but agree. He met Mila's can with his own, before the pair took a drink.

One thing was for sure, tomorrow's lessons would go by slowly.

The next day, the classes went just as slowly as he expected them to. After what felt like days but was actually only a couple of hours, Ali walked back into the house around mid-afternoon.

He was greeted by Mila, waving his way. “The others are already starting to get ready. Would you book us a taxi to pick us up at about seven?

Ali nodded, opening his phone to begin to do that. He would ask why it was going to take the girls a couple of hours to get ready, but he knew that wouldn't be sensible. “Done and done. One Uber, Seven pm.”

Mila nodded, before heading towards her own room. “Great. Cya soon, Ali.” Ali waved, before heading to get ready.

Around three quarters of an hour later, Ali was sitting on the sofa having showered, shaved and put on his best smart casual outfit. It wasn't going to win any awards, but he felt his jeans and tight button up shirt worked well in his frame.

The first to emerge was Ellie. Ali felt his mouth go a little dry as he took in her choice of attire. She was wearing a tight dress that came down to her mid thigh. This might have been fairly conservative, if it wasn't for the numerous slits that ran up its length, revealing parts of her thigh, hips and waist. The material was shiny, looking like faux leather stretched tight around her assets. Completing the look was a set of high heels with straps that ran up her calves.

Seeing Ali staring, Ellie paused and shyly tucked a strand of her hair, freshly straightened, behind her ear. “What do you think? Too much?”

Ali blinked, opened his mouth and tried to reply, but only managed a weak “nuh uh”. When Ellie giggled at his reaction, he coughed and gathered his wits better. “Not at all. It's certainly daring, but not outlandishly so. You look amazing Ellie!”

“I'll say! You're going to put the rest of us to shame Ellie” came the voice of Mila, as she stepped out from the corridor. Ali raised a brow, taking in her outfit while trying not to obviously gawk.

Mila was definitely dressed more conservatively than Ellie. She had chosen to go with a set of tight jeans, sandals and a brasserie style top. However, it appeared that the top was a little small, given the amount of cleavage spilling out of the top.

Ellie had shaken her head and moved forwards to greet her. “Are you kidding? You're killing it in that outfit! I wish I had big enough boobs to pull off that sort of look!”

Mila grumbled, moving to try to pull the cup of her top up slightly, to little effect. “I swear this top fit properly only last year. I must have gotten bigger…again.”

Mila looks to see Ali eyeing her cleavage, clearly trying to be subtle. Looking up to her face and her raised eyebrow, Ali flushed. “Sorry…you look great in that, really.” Mila smiled gently, seemingly pleased with his compliment.

As the three stood and made small talk, the girls equally complimented Ali on his own attire, much to his embarrassment. As the time approached seven pm, Mila looks at her phone and sighs. “Where are you Alana, yeesh.”

Before she could march off in search of her, the door to their corridor opens and Alana calls out. “Patience Mila, perfection takes time!” As Alana emerges, Ali's eyes widen.

Alana's outfit appeared to consist of several lengths of a red, silk like fabric sewn together. That's not to say it wasn't well made, the seams were clean and the edges were neat. There just wasn't much fabric in total!

It consisted of a short, tight skirt with two wide straps that rose from the front. These straps ran over her modest breasts, before looping behind her neck and being tied off. This left her entire back bare, bar the clear plastic strap of her bra. From a distance, this was hard to even see.

Finished off with a lopsided belt with a large buckle that hung over her hips and a pair of black gloves that came up to elbow, and Alana definitely would be drawing a lot of attention while out and about. “Bloody hell. How am I going to avoid making a fool of myself tonight?!”

Alana stopped in front of the group, and struck a pose. “Well? Think the town’s ready for my latest design?” Ellie stepped forward, walking around behind her and taking in her outfit. “Oh wow, you made this? It's amazing!”

As the two girls start discussing the work that went into making the skimpy dress, Mila steps up next to Ali with a chuckle. “I warned you her outfit was going to be something to see.”

Ali looked down at her, before immediately looking back when he realized he was able to see right down her top at this angle. “Well, I'm as ready as I'll ever be.”

Mila nodded before clapping to get the pair's attention. “Alright ladies, you can talk shop in the car. Uber is likely waiting outside by now.”

The group bundle outside, seeing that the car is indeed waiting for them. After Ali greeted the driver he opened the door to allow the girls to get in.

This was the sort of car that allowed all four of them to sit in the back, two facing forwards and two facing back.

Mila and Alana took the forward-facing seats. As Ali sat opposite Alana and closed the door, the Uber moved off on the short trip into town.

As Ellie and Mila chat about what songs they hoped the club will have playing, Ali looks out of the window to the city passing by. He was unfamiliar with anywhere other than campus, so it was interesting to see the new sights 

He felt something touch his knee. Looking across from him to where Alana was sitting, he saw she had her legs crossed, her dangling foot brushing against his leg in the confines of the car.

Seeing him turn her attention to her, Alana gave him a teasing smile. “Oops, sorry” she said, not an ounce of actual regret evident. Ali just shook his head with an exasperated smile. He prodded her ankle in jest.

Alana's smile widened, clearly glad her teasing was well received. She then cast a quick glance towards Ellie, who was still engrossed in her conversation. She then began to slowly uncross her legs…

Ali was treated to a view directly up her short skirt. Easily visible nestled between her legs was her black, sheer panties, hardly hiding her slit from view. And from within her tight confines, the familiar tail end of a Lovense Lush.

The little light blinked slowly, showing it was very much active, and gently vibrating as he watched. “Holy…Alana really couldn't help herself, huh?”

Alana continued to cross her legs back over the other way, hiding her secret toy from view once more. Looking back to her face, Alana had clearly known her had been looking. She winks at him, before she gets drawn into the conversation with the other girls.

Ali takes the remainder of the journey to calm himself down. It would be embarrassing if he had to get out of the car with his current state after what he had just seen.

As they pull up outside the club district, Ali gets out and pays the driver. Just as he finishes Ellie threads an arm through his elbow. “Come on Ali, let's get this party started!” she starts dragging him towards the nearest source of loud music.

Alana laughs, strutting ahead of the group. Ali lets his eyes wander down her form, now fully aware of what lies beneath her skirt. Alana is already starting to draw appreciative glances from several others in the street, attention that Alana seems to enjoy if the way she swings her hips is any indication.

He hears Mila mutter under her breath, but looking her way and seeing her smiling at her friend, he got the impression that she was both used to her behaviour, and wasn't really bothered by it.

Soon, they arrive outside the club, with only a short wait in line due to them getting there early. As they reached the front with the pair of bouncers allowing entry, they flashed them their ID. The largest, a tall heavily built man with shades and a tattoo on his neck, visibly looks the group up and down, lingering his gaze on Alana's outfit.

“That's a lot of women for one guy. Sure you can handle it?” He asks Ali, though he hadn't taken his eyes off of Alana. She had crossed her arms and cocked her hip, her bust more noticeable from the action.

Feeling Ellie bristled next to him, Ali frowns. “Perhaps. Or maybe I'm more man than I seem”. The bouncer stares at him for a short period, before the guy chuckles and steps aside. “Good answer, buddy. Keep an eye on your friends, they look like trouble” he jokes, before opening the rope and allowing them entry.

Once they were inside, everything immediately became much louder. Music filled the air, the bass strong enough to be felt through the floor they stood on. The crowd, already filling the place, we're all shouting to be heard, making the place loud with conversation that no one can really hear.

Mila leans towards the group. “I'll try to find us a booth. Will you get us some drinks Ali?” She passed Ali a twenty, but he pushed it back towards her. “First rounds on me” Mila gave him an appreciative smile.

Alana grabs Ellie's arm, starting to pull her towards the half full dance floor. “Come on Ellie, we have to show this place some real dancing!” The two girls headed off giggling, Mila shaking her head fondly.

Ali made his way towards the bar. Even this early, the bar was a couple of people deep, meaning it would take several minutes before he was able to order the drinks. As he was queuing, he looked around the club.

The club was fairly minimalist, with strobe lighting with a mostly blue and white colour scheme. Most of the club was dark, with the only well lit part being the large central dance floor.

There, taking pride of place we're Alana and Ellie. They were dancing together, moving to the music and laughing as they swung each other around occasionally. Ali thought it was very impressive they were able to move so confidently, especially when wearing heels.

As he looked, he heard a comment from one of the others queuing by the bar. “Damn, those girls are fine. When did they get here?” Ali glanced at the voice, seeing two men in their early twenties, looking towards the dance floor, and at Alana and Ellie.

The guy's mate shrugged, “dunno, but they won't be alone for long. Let's get these drinks and go keep them company, what do you say?”

As the first man agreed, Ali was thankful he was ahead of them in the queue. Grabbing the drinks, he swiftly made his way to the club's booths, finding Mila sitting towards the back facing the dance floor.

He placed them down, passing Mila her gin and tonic. He glanced towards the dance floor, trying to keep an eye out for the guys he heard talking by the bar. Mila noticed his look, taking a sip of her drink. “Are you going to join them, or just watch?”

Ali looked back, scratching the back of his head. “Like I said, I'm no dancer. I'll embarrass them.” Mila snorted. “If you don't, someone else will. And something tells me Ellie at the very least wants to dance with you.”

I look back to the dance floor, seeing the girls giggling and dancing closely. The two look over in our direction. Alana whispers something into Ellie's ear, and after more giggles, the two both crook a finger at him in unison, gesturing him to join them.

Ali took a bolstering gulp of his cider, before placing the bottle down onto the table. “Sure you don't want to join us?” Mila chuckled. “If I dance in this thing, I'm going to have an accident. I think even Alana's outfit couldn't distract from that.” 

Ali failed to resist glancing down at her ample cleavage, before looking back up with a chuckle. “True. Well, wish me luck” Ali weaved his way through the crowd, heading towards the dancing pair.

As he was nearing, he cursed as he saw the pair from the bar approaching the pair. As their path was clearer, they were going to beat him there.

By the time he reached them, the two were trying to encourage the pair to dance with them. Though, based on their reactions, neither were keen on the two newcomers.

“...come on, I'm a great dancer. I can show you all sorts of moves…” one of the guys said while trying to get closer to Ellie. Ellie kept a strained smile on her face. “Oh no, we're ok thank you. Our friend will be here soon, so we'll be dancing with them”

The other man, who was leering at Alana in her outfit, smiled. “Oh, another friend? Even better we can all dance together then”.

It was at this moment that Ali finally made it to them. Feeling the tension in the girls at these guys' unwanted advances, he placed himself firmly between them. “Hey, sorry for the wait. Queue for the bar was killer” he joked with a smile.

The two blokes' smarmy smiles fell, with the one that had been trying to flirt with Ellie stepping forward. “Move along buddy, these girls are ours.”

Now, Ali was not what one would call a fighter. He avoided conflict when possible. But he was equally unhappy with people who made comments like that about his friends.

“Yours?” Ali said, looking the two girls up and down deliberately. Ellie blushed, looking relieved at his arrival, while Alana almost preened under his gaze. “Funny, I can't see your name in either one anywhere.” He then turned to face the two blokes, his arms crossed.

Ali may not have been a fighter. But he was tall with some muscle from his attempts to keep fit. As the other two were of more average height, they were having to look up at Ali when they were this close.

The first guy looked ready to argue further, but his friend placed a hand on his arm. “Don't start anything. I'm not getting thrown out of another club. There's plenty of other girls.” 

The guy hesitated, looking like he was going to continue regardless. However, as Ellie and Alana stepped forwards and put an arm around Ali on either side, he seemed to recognize that he wasn't going to win this fight. “Fine. Enjoy your skanks. Fucking asshole.” He shoved off past his friend, who gave them an almost apologetic look before following.

Ali tensed at the guy’s name calling. But Ellie and Alana hugging his arm to themselves calmed him down considerably. “Relax, Ali. There's always going to be jerks at places like this. Good job we have such a good friend to defend our honour, huh Ellie?” Alana purred, her free hand running a finger across his chest.

Ellie nodded enthusiastically from his other side. She hugged his arm, pushing it deeper into her cleavage. “Too right. You'll protect us, right Ali?” she asked, looking up to him while fluttering her eyelashes.”

Ali swallowed, suddenly very conscious of how close he was to his two housemates. Still…they were still being watched by several people in the club, so if he wanted to ensure they didn't get any more unwanted attention…

He wrapped an arm around each girl, pulling them close. “Of course, can't let you girls have inferior company. Besides, if they did dance with you, your outfits might just break them.” Alana laughed out loud, Ellie blushed but made no effort to hide her outfit in any way.

Alana separated from him, spinning to stand in front of him. “Well? What are we waiting for, let's dance!” Ali chuckled, realising he wasn't going to get away with not dancing. The three started to dance, enjoying the music and each other's company.

At one point, he glanced back over towards their table, seeing Mila still sat drinking. She noticed his gaze and raised her glass, indicating she was fine. Still, it wasn't fair to leave her alone all night.

“Well girls, think you will be ok for a bit? I'm going to go back and keep Mila company.” Ellie shook her head, stepping away while pushing Ali towards Alana. “No, no. You stay, I'll go to Mila. I need a break, these heels are killing me” she chuckled.

Ali felt unsure, but Alana grabbed his arm once more. “Don't worry Ellie. I'll look after him~” Ellie left, leaving just the two of them on the dance floor. By now, the floor was filled to capacity, all the dancers having to stay close to fit. This meant that Alana had to be close to Ali..close enough for him to feel her body heat, and feel her breath on his collar.

“So, enjoying the dancing? I bet it was a boost to the ol’ ego having the two hot girls in your arms?” she said, moving closer and placing her arms around his neck. Ali felt his body respond to her pressing her barely clad form up against him. He was pretty sure she could feel his arousal, given that it was pressing directly against her stomach.

“Er…yes. It's been fun. Not usually my thing, dancing, but being with friends helps” he blustered, sure he was visibly blushing by now.

Alana smiled wickedly, before slowly lowering one of her hands. “Is that all we are then? Friends? Do you regularly pop a boner for your friends?” she teased, her hand reaching down and rubbing his bulge in his trousers. Ali coughed, hiding his surprise at her forwardness. “Er…sorry?”

Alana continued to dance closely, her seductive swaying only increasing his arousal. Ali looked around them, concerned. “Are you sure you should be doing that? Here?” They were completely surrounded, but the close proximity of the other dancers was at least helping to cover their current intimacy.

Alana leaned forwards, whispering into his ear. “If you think this is bold, you're about to get a very interesting surprise, Ali~” 

Ali blinked, looking down into Alana’s shit eating grin. “Just what does she have in mind?”

Mila smirked at Ellie as she slumped into the free seat beside her. “Not used to dancing in heels?” Ellie shook her head, pulling her heels off and rubbing her feet to try to relieve their ache. “Not at all. How does Alana manage it? Her heels are higher than mine!” she grumbled.

Mila pushed Ellie's drink towards her, which she eagerly started to gulp down. “Are you comfortable with that? I had thought you had your eyes on him, if I was honest” she asked, gesturing towards the closely dancing Alana and Ali.

Ellie set her drink down, frowning slightly. “Well…it's not like we're anything more than friends. At the moment at least. Is that what you think? I have the hots for Ali?” Mila looked at her over her glass, raising her eyebrows. “....ok, maybe I do have the hots for him. Still, if Alana wants to have a little fun too, I won't stop her. In fact…”

Here, Ellie reached into her purse, before retrieving a small device. It was bright pink with a couple of buttons upon it. Mila saw this and chuckled. “She gave you her remote? I suppose that's one way to make sure you're on board with her having fun with Ali.”

Ellie smiled shyly. “She actually asked me if I was ok with her messing with Ali a little. When I said yes, she gave me this. You recognised it then?” Mila nodded, taking a sip of Ali’s cider. Hey, her drink had run out, so why not. “Sure, I recognise it. Let's just say you're not the first one to aid Alana in having some fun in public.”

Ellie blushed, before gaining a devilish smile. “Well, we shouldn't keep her waiting then, should we?” She then pointed the remote vaguely in the direction of Alana, before pressing the “on” button.

Out on the dance floor, Alana tensed slightly, before giving a low moan. Thankfully, the music and surrounding conversation was loud enough to mask her, but Ali certainly heard it. Further more, as Alana was currently close enough that her legs were almost straddling his own, he actually started to feel the buzz between her kegs.

“Wait, your toy is vibrating? Who started that?” He whispered. He would have said he was surprised by her daring…but then, he had seen her cam show recently.

“Who do you think?” Alana panted out, before the vibrations got stronger and she was forced to focus on keeping quiet. She bit her lips and closed her eyes, making her look even sexier in Ali’s eyes.

Glancing back towards their table, he saw Ellie pressing a button on something, before giggling to Mila. Mila just shook her head, but was equally smiling. Ellie looked back and saw him looking their way. She just waved with a smirk, before raising the remote and pressing something else.

This changed the pattern of the vibrations, causing Alana to release a soft whimper. “Ooh, fuck. I love waves…” she started to gently hump his leg. Ali's eyes widened and tried to make it look like they were just dancing intimately, something more than believable given the many other couples scattered throughout the dance floor. 

“Alana, you're going to give yourself away at this rate…” Ali whispered down to her. Alana just giggled, sounding a little out of it from the pleasure. “That's half the fun Ali…the risk gets me so turned on..oh yes!” She shakes again as the vibrations change once more, buzzing relentlessly in a seemingly random pattern.

However, just as it seemed she was going to reach her peak, the vibrations ceased altogether. Alana's eyes widened, before she moaned in frustration. “No, that utter bitch. I'm so close!” Alana looked up to Ali, a desperate look in her eyes. “Please, Ali. I'm so close. Will you help me?”

Seeing the desire in her eyes, Ali felt he couldn't refuse, regardless of where they were. His own arousal was definitely encouraging his actions too. He slowly lowered his hands down her back, running then across her bare back and over her barely clad ass.

Alana shivered at the touch. “Yes…do it Ali.” He brought one hand around the front, lowering it further to bring it below the hem of her skirt. He hovered his hand directly in front of Alana’s panties, feeling the heat and wetness of her core.

He looked Alana in the eyes, seeing her gazing up at him expectantly. She nodded, encouragingly. He then pressed his hand forwards and started rubbing her through the fabric of her thong.

Her reaction was instantaneous. She leaned forwards and shuddered, biting her lips and moaning lowly once more. “Oh fuck, yes. Don't stop. Don't you fucking stop Ali!.”

As he was gently rubbing her core, he felt beneath his hand the Lush starting to vibrate once more, the extra stimulation starting to affect Alana even more.

“Yes! Oh, I'm so close.” Ali watched as she panted, clearly on a knife edge. He looked around, thankful they hadn't been found out by their neighbours yet. “Still, if we want to keep it that way…I better give her what she wants.”

Ali gently pushed her panties to the side, before inserting his finger. Alana tensed, and at first he thought he had gone too far. But the reason for her doing so was obvious when she felt her pussy clench around his digit.

With a keening moan that Ali has to cover up by kissing her, Alana came undone. Her legs shook and almost gave out, Ali having to hold her up with his leg between her legs and his other arm around her waist. He felt his hand get soaked by Alana's release. Her pussy gushed down both of their legs, soaking the trouser leg that was between her legs.

“Man, Alana really is a squirter…” Ali is distracted by Alana starting to return his kiss. He enjoyed the sensation until Alana separated. Their lips stayed connected by a string of saliva briefly, a sign of their enthusiasm.

“Wow…that was a rush. I think I might need help getting back to our table, stud.” Alana said, smiling weakly. Ali nods, looking down between them. “Yeah…and before they report us for…er…bringing drinks onto the dance floor.”

Looking down and seeing the Jess she had made, Alana just laughed heartily. She grabbed Ali's hand, bringing him with her back towards the others.

“Have fun guys?” Ellie teased as they approached. It was clear from her own blush that she had seen the effect the toy had on Alana. Alana chuckled. “The best! Thanks for letting me borrow him Ellie!” 

Ellie blushed harder. “He's not mine to lend out!” Alana just winked “not yet, you mean.”

Ellie just rolled her eyes, before passing her back her toys remote. Alana accepted it, before returning it to her own purse.

Mila took another swig of cider, before passing it to Ali. He looked at his half empty bottle with a raised eyebrow, but Mila just smirked unrepentantly. Shrugging, he took it from her and took a drink himself. “Huh, peach lipgloss.”

“Well, you guys have had your fun. And somehow, we haven't been thrown out yet. Shall we stick to dancing from now on?” Mila said, getting nods from the others. Though, Alana’s was more hesitant.

“Ok…but now it's your turn to dance!” Alana replied, nudging Mila out of her seat. Mila resisted halfheartedly. “Nuh uh. If I dance in this, my boobs will pop out!” 

Ellie stood to help pull her out. “You'll be fine. It's dark, and no one's dancing too enthusiastically. If you do slip out, you can sort it before anyone notices. Just dance facing Ali.”

Mila crossed her arms under her bust. “And if I don't want Ali gawking either?” However, one look at Ali had her relenting with a sigh. “Fine, I trust him to be a gentleman at least” Ellie celebrated, pulling her out onto the floor.

Ali downed the rest of his cider, looking towards Alana in question. She just chuckles and waves him off. “Go, I'll stay here and recover. That was one hell of a…”dance”” 

Ali nods, before passing her a twenty. “My turn for a round, then.” Alana gratefully accepts with a mock salute.

Ali joins the pair on the dance floor. As the trio danced once more, Ali shielding Mila from the majority of the crowd's wandering eyes, he got the feeling that the night was still very young.