'All that she said earlier and she's sound asleep now.' Miguel thought after checking on Ali… or what he believed to be Ali. The 16 year old was about to head to his room, call it a night too when he shivered at the cool breeze that fluttered into Ali's room.
"Ali, you'll freeze your ass off one night." Miguel mutters, quietly walking into his 14 year old sister's room and closing the window… his curiosity got the better of him and he pulled the covers back, finding a pile of clothes vaguely shaped like a human. "Damn it! I knew she'd find some way to ruin my attempt at proving we don't need a babysitter… now Mom and Dad are gonna rip my head off!" He says angrily as he dug his cell phone out, trying to figure out who to call.
If he was gonna find Ali in South Beach, he needed backup… he dialed the second number on his list.
Amber Crockett did not appreciate being woken up in the middle of the night… she let a few curse words out in Cuban before answering the phone when she recognised the number.
"Miguelito? What's wrong?" Amber mumbles, calling him by the nickname she, Izzy Moreno and Gina usually call him by.
"Ali snuck out to go clubbing in South Beach, I don't exactly know where!" Miguel says after putting his phone on speaker, setting it down and getting changed out of his pajamas and into a pair of jeans and a black shirt.
"Okay just… calm down, we'll try to find her. There are several clubs Ali likes in South Beach but there's a damn good chance she's at the Wall Lounge." Amber says, unaware that she woke Brady up and he was in the doorway.
"Who's out clubbing in South Beach?" Brady asks, still half asleep himself.
"Ali… and Miguel's freaking out." Amber says, hanging the phone to Brady after getting out of her bed.
"You're damn right, a club isn't the right place for a 14 year old kid!" Miguel says.
"Good thing he doesn't know about Ali's friend Ryan." Amber mutters as she gets dressed.
"Who the hell is Ryan?!" Miguel demands.
"We'll tell you later, let's go find her!" Brady says, hanging up and going back to his room to get dressed before he and Amber tried to sneak out… only to hear Elvis growling.
"Shut up, Elvis!" Amber hissed at the elderly alligator before grabbing the keys to Sonny's Ferrari, the two leaving the St Vitus Dance and Elvis heading to Sonny and Julia's room, growling and snarling and waking them up.
"Elvis, what is it pal?" Sonny asks, reaching down and patting Elvis on his head.
Meanwhile…
"About damn time, I've already been tossed out of two bars, slapped and had drinks thrown in my face!" Miguel says as Amber and Brady get out of Sonny's Ferrari.
"If you had a fake ID like Ali, you wouldn't have gotten thrown out… it was Noogie who gave her one." Amber says, Miguel looking and seeing Izzy Moreno and Noogie Lamont nearby… and as always, running a scam.
"I've got this, you two go find Ali." Brady says, walking over to Izzy and Noogie.
"Crockett Jr, right on time! Can I interest you in a 24 karat-" Izzy says enthusiastically, letting out a strangled yelp when Brady pulled him by his tie. "Alright, it's stolen... and cheaply made!" He manages to say, Brady grabbing Noogie by his shirt when Noogie tries to run.
"The fake ID you two screwballs gave Ali… how long has she had it?!" Brady demands.
"Six months… please don't kill us!" Noogie says.
Amber and Miguel walked into the Wall Lounge, looking for Ali but with the crowd, it was damn near impossible… until they saw a small raven haired girl in a black cutout mini dress and red stiletto heels dancing with a guy wearing a red button up shirt under a black suit as Hey, Pachuco! By Royal Crown Revue played loudly.
"Miguelito, don't!" Amber shouts over the noise as Miguel stormed over to the two, grabbing the guy and throwing him to the floor.
"Get off of him, damn it!" Ali yelled, pulling Miguel away from Ryan. "What is your problem, Miguel?!" She yells after helping Ryan up.
"Aside from you sneaking out to go party with someone older?! What the hell are you thinking, Ali?!" Miguel yells.
"It's called getting out and having fun instead of constantly playing the damn violin or watching trashy reality shows, Miguel!" Ali shouts, snatching her right arm out of Miguel's hand when he grabbed her too hard… and Miguel knew why, Ali had been protective of that arm since Jake accidentally broke it when they were kids.
As much as Ali adored and idolized her older brother, she was too much of a free spirit to stay home during the weekends and summer nights.
"There some problem here?" Another bar patron asks in a threatening tone as he walked over and grabbed Miguel. The guy had multiple tattoos, was dressed like a Hell's Angel and stood at about 6'5"... but the fact that he was threatening to physically harm Miguel pissed Ali off.
A sickening smash echoed and within seconds, Miguel and his assailant fell, Ali pulling Miguel up to his feet after dropping the broken beer bottle, the kids leaving along with Ryan and Amber, who started dragging Brady when he walked in.
"What happened?!" Brady asks, Amber shoving him towards the Testarossa as Ali, Ryan and Miguel got into the Trans-Am, all five fleeing.
"Any unit available, reports of a 415 at Wall Lounge." Gina heard over the CB in her 1973 silver Convertible and picked up the microphone.
"Detective Castillo, en route to handle the 415." Gina says, putting the microphone down and driving towards the South Beach area.