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"Hey, Vince!" I exclaimed to him as I walked into his office. It was five o'clock, and work had just ended.

"Hey, Stacey," Vince said with a smile as he looked up from his computer.

"I was just thinking about what you said at my parents' house. I remember you said you never got the high school experience, and that you wanted one."

He raised an eyebrow, leaning his head slightly toward the right. "Yes, why?" He gave me a confused look.

"Well, because I was thinking that Chelsea and I can take you clubbing." I grinned. "I barely go anymore, but Chelsea invited me, and she met a guy on Tinder that invited her."

"You want me to go clubbing with you all?" He blinked.

"Sure...if you want. I'm not going to force you to go or anything, it was just a suggestion." I felt my face flush. This was a stupid idea. I should have never suggested that.

It was silent for about a minute, until Vince spoke up again. "I'll take your offer on that."

I blinked. "Say what?"

He chuckled. "I'll go clubbing with you and Chelsea."

"Seriously? Aren't you busy?"

"Yes, seriously." He put a few files in one of his drawers. "And I can spare a few hours."

"Wow...well okay." I grinned. "We're going to have fun."

"I hope so, but just be warned, I'm not a party guy, so I probably won't know how to act." He chuckled.

"That's fine. I can teach you the ways of partying." I laughed.

"I can't believe I'm going to do this." He shook his head.

"I probably won't believe it unless I see it." I grinned.

He kept shaking his head. "So Chelsea met a guy off of Tinder? Isn't she supposed to be focused on finding a job, and helping you with paying for rent?"

"Yeah, I discussed that with her earlier, but the club is having a ladies night. Basically, women can come in for free."

He blinked again, having a slightly confused, but amused expression. "Oh okay."

"I don't mind taking you for a somewhat high school experience. That's the main reason why I'm asking you. Plus, I would feel weird going to a club without you, since a lot of guys assume that a girl is single over there."

"Yes, of course." He nodded. "I'll go."

"Okay, I'll see you then." I smiled.

We gave each other a kiss, and then I got back to my apartment about fifteen minutes later.

When I walked in, I said to Chelsea, "So who is this Tinder guy you were telling me about earlier?"

"Oh yeah, he's a Russian model named Vlad," Chelsea said with a grin. "Look here." She showed me his Tinder profile.

The guy had light brown hair, and looked like he was in his mid-20's. "He's cute," I said, smiling. "Does he live around here or is he visiting?"

"Good question...I'm not sure." She shrugged. "All I know is that he hit me up, and asked if he wanted to go clubbing."

"Oh okay."

"He's going to pick me up, by the way."

I blinked, then raised my eyebrows. "Pick you up from where?"

"Here."

"You gave a stranger my address?" My eyes widened.

Chelsea blinked, looking unsure of what to say. "Sorry...I wasn't thinking..."

"Chels, it's my apartment. I'm not comfortable with my address being given out to total strangers." I sighed. "That's one of the things you don't do when you meet someone online."

"I can tell him we'll just meet at the club."

"Okay." I sighed again, still feeling uncomfortable.

She typed into her phone, making a wincing face. "Problem."

"What?" I gave her a confused look.

"He said he just wants to pick me up from here."

My eyes widened again. "Just tell him no."

"Okay." She sighed, typing on her phone.

"Hey, what's his name again?"

"Vlad Smirnov."

"Okay." I googled his name, but couldn't find anything. "Chels, I just googled his name, and nothing is showing up."

"That's weird." She frowned.

"Tell him that." I started getting a suspicious feeling in my stomach.

"Okay." She shrugged as she began typing on her phone.

"So what did he say?" I asked a few minutes later.

"He didn't respond yet."

"Oh, that's weird."

"Maybe he didn't read it yet."

"Or he's catfishing you." I gave her a look.

"Why do you say that?" She gave me a confused look.

"Just think about it. He told you he's a Russian model, and when you googled his name, nothing popped up. Now, he's not responding."

"Well...maybe he's an amateur model. You know, like Jesenia."

"Jesenia isn't an amateur." I pointed out. "She's a professional model who goes to different countries to do photoshoots."

"Oh okay." She nodded. "I didn't mean to insult her."

"It's not like you said it to her face." I knew it still wasn't right for her to say that, but we had bigger issues to deal with at the moment.

"True."

All of a sudden, I saw from the corner of my eye that someone passed by the window in my living room.

"Did you see that?" I asked Chelsea, feeling even more concerned.

"See what?" Chelsea said, looking up from her phone.

"I saw someone pass by the window." I went over to the window, quickly closing the blinds.

She gave me a weird look. "That's weird."

"I'm calling Vince." I quickly called him, and told him what happened. He told me he was on his way, and then we hung up.

"Don't you think you're overreacting just a tad?" Chelsea said, laughing.

"No, I don't think I am," I snapped.

A few minutes later, I heard a doorbell ring. I looked through the peep hole, and saw an older man, who looked to be in his 50's, standing right outside of my door.

"Oh my gosh," I whispered to myself, gasping.

"What's wrong?" Chelsea whispered.

"Look."

She looked through the peep hole, and then she looked back at me, looking frightened.

The man kept knocking on the door.

"That's your catfish date," I said. "Thankfully, Vince is on his way."

Before she could say anything else, her phone vibrated once. "The guy texted me, and said he's outside of the apartment." She looked terrified.

"Tell him we left. If that doesn't work, then we'll call the police."

"Okay." She nodded, then started texting on her phone.

We waited a few minutes, and he finally replied to her.

"What did he say?" I asked.

"He said he was going to meet us there."

"I wonder if he's still out there." I went back to the peep hole, and didn't see anybody.

"I guess he's gone." She shrugged.

"You never know." I gave her a look.

A few minutes later, I heard another knock on the door. I looked in the peep hole, and saw it was Vince. I quickly opened the door, and he walked in. "I'm so glad you're here!" I said, sighing of relief.

"Are you two okay?" He asked, giving us a concerned look.

"We're fine. The man had came to our door, and then Chelsea told him that we were already at the club."

"He came to your door?" He furrowed his eyebrows.

"Yes, but we think he left already."

"He better have." He glanced at us. "Since he knows this address, and will find out that we're not at the club, I think Chelsea should tell him that she got mixed up with the place."

"Sounds like a good idea," I said. "What if she just faked she got sick though?"

"Then he would probably come back over here."

"That's true." I nodded. "What should we do in the meantime?"

"I still want to go clubbing," Chelsea said. "Not at the one we were originally going to, but a different one."

I looked at Vince. "Want to?" I asked.

"Sure," Vince said. "I just hope this man doesn't come back to this place."

"Maybe I can tell the security to keep an eye out," I said.

"Good idea." He nodded.

Cautiously, we went outside of the door, and walked toward the security guard of the apartment, who was on the other side of my apartment complex.

We explained to him what happened, and he said he will keep an eye out for the man.

After talking to the security guard, we went in Vince's car, and drove off to a different club than what we told the man who catfished Chelsea.

We waited in line, then showed our IDs when we walked in. All of us got in for free since it was before ten o'clock.

The club was how I remembered it. It had a dim light to it, and there were several people getting drinks, and on the dance floor.

"Are the drinks free here?" Chelsea asked me.

"No, you have to pay for the drinks," I said.

"Oh okay." She nodded.

"I'll pay for you two," Vince offered.

"Thanks," I said, grinning at him.

We went over to the bartenders. "Hey, what can I get for you all?" A guy, who looked to be in his mid-20s said, winking at Chelsea and I. He turned to me. "What about for the hot blonde?"

I admit he was attractive, but of course, I didn't flirt back. "I'll have a strawberry margarita," I said casually.

"Okay." He nodded as he mixed some drinks into a glass. "Here you go." He grinned, winking at me again.

I felt Vince stiffen, and I held his hand. "It's how a lot of people at the club act like," I reminded him.

He nodded, relaxing his body.

The guy turned to Chelsea, winking at her. "And what about this hot fiery redhead?"

Chelsea winked back with a grin. "You tell me," she said as she touched his arm.

"I'll give you the special drink for this week." He gave her a mojito, smiling.

"A mojito? Yes!" She grinned.

"Want to dance after you're done?"

"Yeah!"

"Good. I'll take a break in a few minutes, whenever you're done drinking."

She quickly drank her mojito. "Done!" She said a minute later.

"Easy there, you fiery redhead." He laughed. He clocked out of his computer, and then grabbed Chelsea's hand, walking towards the dance floor.

"Did you want a drink?" I asked Vince.

"Maybe a little later," Vince replied.

I drank the rest of my strawberry margarita. "Want to dance?"

"Sure." He shrugged.

As we went over to the dance floor, I could tell this wasn't his scene, but I was determined to try to help him to have as much fun as much as he could.

At the corner of my eye, I saw a man who looked like Chelsea's Tinder date. I gasped, but then shook my head. It's probably just another man. There's dimmer lights in here anyways, so it's not him.

"Everything alright?" Vince asked me as he noticed I wasn't dancing as much when I saw a man who looked like the Tinder guy.

"Yeah...I just thought I saw something," I said, brushing the feeling off.

"Like what?" He stopped dancing, and gave me a concerned look.

"Oh, I just thought I saw Chelsea's Tinder date." I tried to say it in the most casual tone possible, but Vince looked even more concerned, even slightly annoyed.

"Let's see if it's him." He grabbed my hand, and we walked back over to the bar.

We lost track of where the man went, but then I spotted him a few minutes later. "He's over there," I said to Vince, nudging my head where the man was.

The man was standing next to the dance floor, but he wasn't dancing. He was keeping his eyes on the people that were dancing.

"That's him," I gasped. I could now see him better, and the man had on the same clothes, and same face.

"He's here to find Chelsea," Vince said. "Quick, let's try finding her." He walked over to the dance floor.

"Okay." I nodded, following behind him.

"I see her with the bartender guy," Vince said as he turned around to me.

"Where?" I asked, looking around.

"Right there..." He turned back, pointed to the left of us, then frowned. "She was just a few feet beside us."

"Well, she can't be too far."

We looked around again for Chelsea, and then we spotted her from across the club. She was where the bar was, and the bartender guy was back at work.

We walked over there, and to our dismay, the Tinder date man was sitting next to Chelsea, but it seemed like she hasn't noticed him, at least not yet.

"What do we do? Do you think the man knows that's Chelsea?" I asked Vince.

"I'm pretty sure he knows," Vince replied. "We should go over there, and make sure she won't get in danger."

When we got over there, the bartender guy was serving other people, and Chelsea stood there, looking at her phone. All of a sudden, the Tinder date man grabbed Chelsea by the arm, and demanded, "I know it's you, Chelsea. Why would you lie to me?"

"Get off of me!" Chelsea exclaimed, trying to pull away from the man, but he wouldn't let go.

The bartender guy didn't notice, as it was noisy and rowdy around the bar.

"Let go of her!" Vince exclaimed as he went up to the man.

"Who do you think you are? This is my date with my woman!"

"I'm not your woman, you disgusting old man!" Chelsea said in a loud voice, finally getting herself out of the man's grasp. "How did you know I was at this club anyways?"

"I just knew you were here. I followed you." He smirked.

When he tried to grab her again, the bartender shoved him, which caused the man to fall on the ground.

He got back up, and we waited to see what he would do next. "I'll just have a drink," he muttered to the bartender, glaring at us.

The bartender gave him his drink, which was a martini. Meanwhile, Vince also ordered a martini.

We had a conversation with the bartender, and then Vince started drinking. As we were talking, I noticed something seemed off with Vince, as he looked more tired, and started slurring his words a lot more.

"Vince, are you okay?" I asked, giving him a concerned look.

"Yeah, I probably just need to sit down or something," Vince replied.

I glanced at Vince and the man's drinks, which were the same. "Vince, stop drinking that." I told him, lowering my voice.

"Okay..."

I turned to Chelsea. "Hey, I think the man spiked Vince's drink," I told her.

Chelsea's eyes widened. "Really?" She said.

I nodded. "I'm going to call Sanjay, because we won't be able to hold him up."

"Okay." She nodded.

I turned back to Vince, who was stumbling without walking. "We'll take you back home," I told him.

"Okay," Vince said in a low voice.

Chelsea and I told the bartender what happened, and he quickly gave Vince water. "Here, drink this," he said.

All Vince did was nod, and he drank his water.

"I'm going to get security to kick out that old man," the bartender said, and we nodded.

In the meantime, I called up Sanjay, and he agreed to come over to the club to help us with Vince.

Vince kept drinking the water. "It's helping a little bit, but I can't really walk. I need to lay down," he said.

"Don't worry, Sanjay is on his way," I assured him. "He'll help us take you back to our apartment."

"Okay." He nodded.

We went outside of the club, with the bartender's help.

We briefly talked to the security guard about what happened, and after that, we saw a few other police officers arresting the man, then putting him in the police car.

A few minutes later, Sanjay comes up to us, but has wide eyes when he sees Chelsea.

"Hey, you're the hot Indian guy," Chelsea said, smiling and winking at him. She touched his arm, and he stiffened.

"Hello," Sanjay said to us. He went over to Vince, and we helped him inside the car.

When we were all in the car, Sanjay drove off, and I gave him directions to my apartment.

When we pulled over to the apartment complex, we helped Vince, and we walked inside my apartment.

We helped him on my bed since I thought that would be more comfortable for him. "You can rest wherever you want," I said to Vince as I handed him a few more glasses of water.

"Thanks," Vince said as he drank more water.

"So what exactly happened?" Sanjay asked, glancing at Chelsea and I.

We explained to him the whole story.

"And all of this happened because of Chelsea getting catfished by an old man on Tinder?" Sanjay asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes," Chelsea sighed. "But hey, I thought he was a Russian model." She shrugged.

"Just don't meet any more guys on Tinder," I said, giving her a look. "It always backfires."

"I just wanted to have fun at the club."

"Then just meet guys there."

"Okay." She sighed. "No more Tinder."

"Good."

I went over to Vince, and noticed he was sleeping. I put a blanket over him.

We talked to Sanjay for a bit, and then he went home.

We kept an eye on Vince off and on, and then we went to get ready to go to sleep.