It’s like this at every one of these parties. No one is around, save for a few of the more VIP guests who want to mingle with the organizers in a more intimate fashion. Something sparks and everything starts to culminate in a summoning: the music reaches the perfect beat and loudness, the clock ticks just enough past Fashionably Late, the lights are dimmed just the right amount. Then, without any sort of sense or warning, the floodgates open and the guests come pouring in like renegade salmon.
The first wave of people gush in and struggle to get to the dance floor, hoping to have a good hour to dance in their own free space before the place becomes so crowded you have no choice but to dirty dance with those around you. The second wave of people are usually the ones who are desperately trying to weave around the ones clogging up the dance floor and get to any of the number of more private rooms to get some prime sitting space for their drug comfort.
At this moment, the party goes from stale to legendary.
It is at this amazing moment that Paz, Ingrid, Ian and Tevon enter the party. Each of them tries to look nonchalant as they scan the audience for acquaintances and scope out their spot for the night. Tevon immediately breaks through the crowd like he has a homing signal that links him directly with the In Crowd.
Paz, Ingrid and Ian stare at him, their three-man island in a sea of already drug induced bodies hopping around in a tribal trance. Their buzzes are going strong, but it’s still not really enough to make them blend with these kids. They stand on the outskirts, staring at tromping feat, undulating hips and thrashing heads, wondering why the hell they showed up here. For those who aren’t appreciative of warehouse parties, even Cuervo has his job cut out for him.
Tevon makes it to the bar and hi-fives Darian in welcoming.
“Hey Tev, welcome. Can I get you anything?”
“Just a clue, man. How’s it goin? Looks like a good turn out already.”
“Not bad, not bad.” He looks down at his Fossil watch, “God, it’s only eleven and already it’s been drama central up in this place.” He pours a shot of undetermined liquor and sets it up on the bar for Tevon.
“For real?” Tevon leans in, “What’s up?”
Darian shakes his head as he begins grabbing ingredients and pouring them into a shaker. “Dude, that Amy girl you told me about right, the slutty Gremlin one? She totally was trying to score with my ass.” It seems like he’s not even looking at what he’s putting in there, just robotically choosing ingredients.
“No way! See, man. I told you she’s a ho-bag.” Tevon takes the shot. Aaah. More of the Quervo.
“Yeah, for real. She came here tonight with Troy, too.”
Tevon looks up, “And to think, I was convinced it was only backseat love. Damn, that is too much.”
Darian is shaking the mystery drink together. “Who knows with Troy, man. Anyways, so she’s obviously rollin’ and she starts all rubbing me and doing the Please Do Me eyes and I try to tell her to quit it, but she’s not listening.”
Tevon looks at him severely, “Oh, please don’t tell me-“
“No way, man. Let me finish, you’ll love this. So, I see she’s not gonna stop, so I take her by the hand and into the Chill Out Room, where Troy is. Man, Tev, she is so blasted that she doesn’t even notice where she is or who the DJ is. So, anyways, you know that guy, Brando?”
“The Well Meaning Guy?”
“Yeah yeah, the one who’s always talking to everyone while they’re mixing and shit, him. Well, I know it’s really dark in there and all and he’s sittin’ back on some bean bag chairs, so. I tell Amy to close her eyes-“
Tevon is getting so excited that he bouncing in place, “Oh man you didn’t, you didn’t!”
“I did, man. I just pawned her off on Brando and she starts goin’ at him, getting’ all up on his jock right in front of Troy.”
“AHHH!!! SWEET! You are my ultimate HERO, Darian!” Troy is clapping in amusement.
“Oh yeah, well it doesn’t stop there. So, Troy is all mixin’ and doesn’t notice what’s going on or anything, until, that is, Amy’s had a couple of minutes with Brando.” He stops and pours out four shots, slowly and perfectly.
“And??? Don’t leave me hanging, here!”
Darian looks up, loving the tension. “Let’s just say that the two of them were sans pants and lookin’ like somethin’ off Animal Planet.”
“What! No, way!”
“I kid you not. They were slammin’ right there in the open. I’m probably gonna have to throw those bean bags away.”
Tevon is clutching his sides, nearly dying of laughter. “And??? What did Troy do?”
Darian pours himself a shot of the substance and takes it. “He just kept on mixin’, he didn’t care. What can I say, he’s a professional.” He leans in to Tevon, “Not to mention, it’s not like he’s not gonna get any tonight. You should see her, man. She’s like some hopped up Energizer Bunny.”
“Oh, shit man, that is too good. I wish I could have been there to see it.” He’s laughed so hard that he has tears in his eyes.
Darian smiles at him. “You wanna?”
Tevon pauses, “Wanna what? See it?”
Darian nods, “Yep. You know we got surveillance cameras on all the rooms. Can’t really trust ravers, you know.”
Tevon rubs his hands together. “Dude. Totally sweet. Hey, just let me go tell my peoples so they can see. They’re cool to come too, right?”
Darian nods again, “You know it. And here,” he pushes the four shots at him, “Take these two, compliments of El Capitan.”
“You are the best, Darian, the king.”
Darian opens his arms, shrugging. “What can I say, I aim to please.”
Tevon walks away with the shots, hustling as much as he can. Oh man Oh man Oh man, I can’t wait.
He finally weaves back through the dancers to the three companions. They look at him wearily as he hands them the shots.
“Hey guys, boy do I have a great story for you.” He smiles impishly and takes the shot.
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