Chapter 1 – Sweet Night Out: Cherry Red Lights

By Michael

Danny was a man of little morals. All he wanted in life was to drink and get damsels to holler back him. Tonight was a night that he planned on taking exactly what he wanted. Booze and a ton of little hotties falling all over him. Damn right. He would get what he was born to get. Nothing was going to get in his way this time, not the bouncer, not the cops, and not even his own mother. He was his own man.

The club that night was packed to the brim with women and gay looking men, crammed like sardines in a rainbow bathed canister that exploded with techno beats. Danny smiled sagely to himself and popped the collar on his shirt. He sashayed over to the bar and leaned over horizontally in his sweat patterned shirt. Beside him was a tall brunette in a satin halter. She raised an eyebrow at him and faced forward. Danny took this as a positive signal. She totally wants me. This was going to be sweet. Danny shimmied over and pushed his personally designed rims to the tip of his nose and peeked at the lady slyly.

"Hey beautiful baby, how 'bout I call you 'Hottierina'?"

The dame took one glance at him, and made a face.

"How about no, you creep."

Danny smiled wider.

"Come onnnn, just ONE dance with PAPA Danny. You know, the chicks down at the typing pool call me that."

Danny smiled teasingly and reached out to play with the speared olive dangling from the woman's drink.

The world suddenly tipped over for Danny as he found himself staring up at the iridescent ceiling. "UGH what …happened?" He sat up and fumbled about for his precious glasses. His fingers brushed against smooth plastic, but they felt too solid to be his glasses. Smiling with zest, Danny shifted his grasp higher, feeling soft flesh as he moved up from the heeled foot to the shapely leg. A piercing scream was heard above the thumping bass, and Danny felt a firm yank on the top of his hair.

"Ouch!" Danny twisted his head out of the less-than-delicate grasp and looked up into the face of a burly man in bright candy apple lipstick. "Oh shi---."

Danny blinked his eyes open as he felt the late afternoon sun baking his face brown. Beads of sweat were dripping into his sideburns as he craned his neck to reacquaint himself with his surroundings. Littered trashed were cluttered about him, and a stench of urine wafted boldly into his nostrils.

"Oh shit, I guess my night was ruined by some jealous bozo who decided to knock me out and throw me in this alley."

Danny patted himself off and scowled as he touched the blacked bruise on top of his eye.

"Better luck tonight."