"You just about done? I need another beer."
A couple of neglected bites of chicken and a few straggling fries were resting unattended on Julie's tray. She was slurping the last bit of coke through her straw, and she nodded at Tom. "Sure. Let's bounce."
"Cool."
Feeling adventurous, Julie wasn't quite ready to call it a night. "You wanna try getting into a club?"
"I'm down. The bouncer over at Felini's is a customer of mine. He'll let us in."
"Let's do it."
A towering man of at least six and a half feet and weighing no less than two hundred and fifty pounds smiled at Tom as he approached. "Tomas, my little nigga, how the fuck are ya?"
Tom slapped the giant's hand, palms sliding back until their knuckles gripped, then banged fists, the hip version of the hand shake. "How's it hangin' bitch?"
"Down around my ankles." They smiled knowingly at each other, and the giant stepped aside, raising his right arm toward the entrance in a welcoming gesture. "Go on in."
"Thanks, Tiny. I'ma get fucked up tonight."
"Do it to it, white boy."
Julie followed Tom into a swarming mob of twenty something's, most of them standing around trying to talk over the thumping beats of Sublime's What I Got, others bobbing their heads and moving to the music, while still others were brushing past each other, on their way to their table, to the dance floor, to the bar, or to the restroom. Different colored lights flashed brightly overhead, but the club still managed to look dim and seedy.
Tom pushed his way to the bar, Julie close in tow behind him, and slapped a twenty down on the counter. In no time at all a tall, serious looking fellow leaned over to take Tom's order. After handing him a tall bottle of Budweiser and a cup filled to the brim with a colorful concoction of liquor and sweetening, of which Julie was certain she would soon be indulging, the bartender snatched up the twenty, thanked Tom, and turned his attention to one of the other dozens of patrons patiently awaiting his services.
"Let's get a table," Tom shouted above the roar of the crowd and music.
Julie nodded, and again followed Tom through the horde of party-goers. The bar and the restrooms were on the eastern side of the club, the tables and booths on the west, and in between them was the dance floor. Plowing through bodies while trying to remain cordial, Tom and Julie made their way through the club. Circling the center stage, where drunkards and dance fiends alike shook what Mother Nature gave them, Tom apparently caught sight of an acquaintance of his.
"Sammy!" Tom began to bull his way in a new direction, calling to his friend. "Sam!"
Searching for recognition on a guy's face, Julie scanned the crowd, but as it turned out, Sammy was a woman. A blonde who appeared to be in her early twenties smiled at Tom and raised a hand, waving emphatically. Tom smiled back, raised a hand in return, and continued in her direction.
The two embraced, smiling and exchanging salutations. Then Tom intoduced Julie to his friend, and Julie blushed a bit as the bouncy blonde took her in her arms and hugged her warmly. "We're gonna get a table. Come sit with us," Tom shouted to Samantha.
"I'm here with Liz and Adan, follow me." Now Sam led the way as they once again parted through the crowd. Back in a booth sat a tubby, unattractive young woman with her arms around a slender, unattractive young man. They both smiled politely and shook hands with Julie and Tom as they were introduced, but they seemed to be lost in each other's charms, barely aware of the world around them. Julie thought it must be a wonderful feeling.
"So where's Jacob?" Tom asked Sammy.
"He started shit and took off with his friends, so fuck 'em."
"That's why I stay single."
Sam rolled her eyes. "You wanna dance?"
Tom shook his head; he wasn't a dancer. "I'm here to drink," he answered, raising his glass.
"That's why you stay single," Sammy told him. Then she shifted her dark, hazel eyes to Julie. "How 'bout you?"
Julie raised her eye brows in surprise. "You wanna dance?"