well jules is not in the last photo


2007 September

She was dancing to a strong beat, her body moving to the sound, the alcohol going through her veins and making her loose her inhibitions - not that Juliana Lopes had many.

Since she left New York a month ago to study medicinal chemistry in London, her weekends were spend doing what she could not on the US: drinking, clubbing and having sex.

“You look so fucking hot.” Her friend, Harry said, from behind her.

He had also drank too much and they had been dancing all night. So she turned around and gave him a sloppy kiss. They had not slept together neither would they: Juliana decided early on that Harry would only be a friend to her. But they were drunk, so there would be nothing wrong with a kiss.

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