"Well, here we are. The greatest club in town." DJ told Foxy smugly as her and the DRH pulled up in front of a building.
"'Blue Venom'?" She read, looking to DJ for clarification.
"Yeah, DJ gets all of us in for free, since he's the DJ here, dude." Wingo nudged her with a tire.
"So that's why I had to get my paint redone, huh?" Foxy asked with a sigh.
"Yep. Girls always gotta look good if they plan on gettin' in here."
"I-I dunno, guys. I've never really gone to a club before."
"What?"
"Seriously?"
"Where you been, dawg? Under a rock?"
"No. I just never had any reason to go to one before."
"We gotta get her inside, dude." Wingo told DJ, who nodded. DJ gave Foxy a nudge with his front bumper, and she quickly followed the group. As she neared the club, she looked up at the club logo again.
It was a large, light blue neon snake head with red eyes, mouth open wide, white fangs glistening, forked tongue spilling out. The fang closest to the viewer formed the 'V' for the word 'Venom', and the scales above the fang a darker blue, spelling out 'Blue'.
Foxy directed her attention back down to the others, and just in time. The bouncers, big, burly Ford pickup trucks let them through, and then she was inside. The music was loud, the bass was thumping, cars were already dancing, and Foxy was growing more and more nervous. She gazed around as she followed the others towards a booth, and she was able to see others staring at her. She gulped, thinking that a metallic black Porsche sporting flames climbing up her hood and a pinstripe below her tailfin in orange lettering was extremely conspicuous. She hoped that none of the other patrons were able to get close enough to read the phrase, "Save Some Tires, Ride a VW." that was her pinstripe.
Wingo saw how anxious she was, and nudged her in the door. "C'mon, dude, let's go for some drinks."
"Huh?"
"Let's get some drinks!" He called to her, and she nodded, then followed him to the bar.
As Foxy listened to the song, she thought she could distinguish Madonna's 'Music' through the bass and flashing lights. She grinned and continued, taking a spot next to Wingo at the bar.
"Whattya want, dude?" He asked with a smile.
"I'll have whatever you're havin'." She shot back with a smile. He laughed, then told the bartender what they would have. Soon, it was passed to them, and Foxy took a sip. "This is amazing!"
Back door cracked, we don't need a key, we get in for free, no V.I.P. sleaze. Drink that kool-aid, follow my lead, now you're one of us, you're comin' with me.
"Ohh, I love this song!" Foxy exclaimed, before tugging on Wingo's tire, leading him to the dance floor.
"Dude, what're ya doin'?"
"We're dancing."
This place about to- tonight we're taking over, no one's getting out. This place about to blo-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! Blo-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! This place about to Blo-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! Blo-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Wingo was amazed at the way Foxy was able to dance without bumping into any of the other cars. He himself didn't do much dancing, since he was usually trying to pick up females who were looking for a guy with a multi-spoiler.
"C'mon, like this." Foxy grabbed one of his tires, and started jumping to the beat, swaying at the same time, both front tires raised. He soon found himself copying her, his hood nodding to the beat. "Now you've got it!" Foxy gave him a grin, and just like that, the song was switched, another car requesting a different song.
Na-Na-Na, Come on! Na-Na-Na, Come on! Na-Na-Na-Na-Na, Come on! Na-Na-Na, Come on, come on, come on! Na-Na-Na-Na, Come on! Na-Na-Na, Come on! Na-Na-Na-Na-Na, Come on! Na-Na-Na, Come on, come on, come on! Na-Na-Na-Na! Feels so good bein' bad (oh oh oh oh oh). There's no way I'm turnin' back (Oh oh oh oh oh). Now the pain is my pleasure, 'cause nothing could measure (Oh oh ohh ohh ohh). Love is great, love is fine (Oh oh oh oh oh). Out the box, outta line (Oh oh oh oh oh). The affliction of the feelin' leaves me wantin' more. (Oh oh ohh ohh ohh) 'Cause I may be bad but I'm perfectly good at it! Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it! Sticks and stones may break my bones but chains and whips excite me! 'Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it! Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it! Sticks and stones may break my bones but chains and whips excite me!
As the song lapsed into the chorus, Foxy was bouncing around on her tires, shouting along to the song with the other females in the room.
The men, however, had quickly dispersed, trying to find some pretty little thing to take back to their apartment.
Here it is! The new story I promised! Clubbin'! :D