"This is the place? A run down department store building?" Niles asked when they got to the location of the party.

"It's call a 'where ever' party Niles. it's in a different location each time…" B started to explain.

"So no cops can find them and shut them down." Niles' mind: Now I see why B didn't what Ms Fine or his dad to know where he was going. Look at this place. If I had known that it was out here illegally I would have never agreed to it either. Is this where Ms Fine and Maggie go? They wouldn't go to a strip clubs would they? How do…how's he going to get in without…oh no. not another illegal thing.

"How do you think you are going to get in mister?"

"uh…Derrick in the owner…he likes me."

"19 check, 19 check." Niles could hear the man at the door checking ids.

"Well," Niles hands Derrick his id. He started to laugh. "That's how old you are? You look a lot older. You could be…B's grandfather…" Derrick laughed again.

"He's my butler." B took up for Niles some.

"Your dad wouldn't let you come alone."

"Not really." B rolled his eyes. His father never let him go anywhere. "Niles wanted to see some action too." Derrick nodded for Niles to enter.

"Id." B swallowed as he handed his id to Derrick. B was hoping that Derrick would remember him. Derrick sighed, he knew that B was younger then he was, but not 15. "Give me your hand." B placed his hand up.

"What's the stamp for?"

"No drinking." He winked. B's mind: whew that was close. I'm….I'm just glade. If dad ever found out… B shook the thought. That wouldn't happen.

"This is nothing but a dance floor." Niles said as B entered the door.

"The stage and bar are around the corner." B started to walk that way. Lights lined the ceiling with speakers. Music started to blast and Niles had to cover some of his ear.

At the bar a blond woman was scanning the crowd. CC mind: Nothing but college students at this one…

"What can I get you?" the bartender broke her concentration.

"Uh…." The bartender took the empty glass that was in front of her.

"I don't think you need any more,"

"More." She shouted.

"The same."

"What do you think?" the bartender turned around. Drunks don't like them but they pay my bills. The bartender places the drink down in front of CC. She swallows the drink down, and demands another on. The bartender hesitates again but he was taught to just serve them. Bartender's mind: She doesn't seem too off just yet. He places another one in front of her. This time she sips at it. "wha whoo…" she waves her hands about and downs her drink. "Wha whoo….Let's get this party started."