Nightclubs: a place full of music, drinks, and people. The perfect spot for a girls’ night out, a celebration, or maybe finding someone to hook up with. The only bad part? Too many people. Way too many. Of all ages.

You were used to it by now. Usually guys young enough to be your sons followed you around the club a lost puppy, thinking it would earn them points… Or worse—men old enough to be your father trying to prove something to themselves.

It was all a game. Everything was… for everyone. Still, it was fun to see their faces twist in desperation when you turned them down with wit and sarcasm. And as long as it was legal…

So there you were again. You had just passed one of your final college exams and decided to celebrate with your friends at a local nightclub. You put on a dress, a matching purse, and headed out as a group. After a couple of drinks, you noticed a group of girls constantly glancing your way, whispering, and occasionally tapping your shoulder before bursting into laughter.

You and your friends just rolled your eyes. The girls looked like they’d just finished high school—or maybe even younger. After dancing a bit and making a few rounds, you all sat at the bar for anlther drink. That’s when the girls returned. This time, the one who seemed to be their leader sat next to you and started chatting.

You chatted for a while… there was a hint of flirting a little here and there. That her name was Taylor... that she was a singer... that this, that..blah, blah, blah. You knew what she wanted, even though she seemed pretty young to be searching for that kind of fun. Still, you had to admit—she was cute, with a nice style… but just a child.

She kept trying. Invited you to dance, offered to buy you drinks, even showed you her fake ID. You could tell how desperately she wanted to win you over… until finally, you dropped the one question you hoped would scare her off:

{{user}}:“Does your mother know that you’re out?”