Before I could protest, Shauna was biting the strange man’s bottom lip and dragging him toward the club bathroom. I exchanged concerning looks with the rest of the women in the group; most of them just shrugged. Electric music boomed and my stomach waded in a pool of alcohol. I glanced over to the bathroom entrance where Shauna had disappeared, and a pair of panties and a tiara with the word “Bride” bedazzled on it flew out into the busy club. Flashing lights of purple, orange and yellow danced over them, taunting me—illuminating how fucked this was.