Oh, yes, it's Ladies' Night, and the feeling's right. Oh, yes, it's Ladies' Night, oh what a night.
Tracy had to admit, Monica was a pretty good dancer, once she got that stiff poker out of her butt. The beat felt great, and she allowed herself the luxury of closing her eyes and dancing like she hadn't done in years. She felt the energy of the women around her, the lights flashing in that seizure-inducing way she remembered from back in the day, and it was…fun.
"Mmmmm.. Sophisticated Mama, come on, you disco lady!" Monica sang along, and they both began to laugh at the absurdity of their situation.
Tracy watched as her sister-in-law began to do the hustle, tugging at Tracy's arms to join her. It was sad, truly sad, that Tracy actually remembered the steps. She joined in—and before long, they were totally in sync, and Tracy was enjoying herself in a way she hadn't done in years.
By the time the music had switched to "Shame," the two Quartermaine women were drawing a crowd of admiring young women. It devolved into a competition between them, each demonstrating more difficult moves that the other immediately followed, until they were garnering yells and whistles and applause from the crowd. Tracy wished their family could see them, that they could see that even she had a fun side.
But that was not really realistic, she realized as the music slowed and they were suddenly standing awkwardly opposite each other. "Tired," she asked, and Monica nodded gratefully. They headed back toward the bar, but Monica stopped her short, pulling her into a dance as she turned her away from the bar.
"What?"
Monica pulled her close, so she could whisper loudly in her ear. "The Skirts. I just got a close look at one of them." She started leading, turning Tracy so she could see the girls. "The redhead in the blue tee. Don't you recognize her?"
"Um, no." Tracy struggled to take the lead back. She hated dancing backwards.
"It's Alesha Montgomery."
Tracy stared blankly.
Monica rolled her eyes. "Katherine Montgomery's daughter? Katherine Montgomery, member of the Charitable Foundation, the hospital Board of Directors, the Port Charles chapter of the DAR….that Katherine Montgomery."
"Oh. That Katherine Montgomery," Tracy repeated. She looked over her shoulder. The future of the Montgomery clan was apparently having fun doing a modified lambada with some poor unsuspecting sporty dyke. "So?"
Monica shook her head, her jaw dropping slightly as she sighed. "So, what if she sees us?"
Tracy paused, a thought forming in her head. Then she grinned. "C'mon," she said, taking Monica by the hand and leading her to the bar. The Skirts didn't notice them as they joined Rochelle, Lisa and Marcy at the bar. "Do either of you ladies happened to have a camera phone?" Tracy asked.
"I do." Lisa whipped her phone from her fanny pack and handed it to Tracy.
She could hear the concern in Monica's voice. "Tracy, what are you doing?"
"What I do best," Tracy said, and turned around to head straight for The Skirts. "Watch and learn, ladies. Watch and learn."
Coming in Chapter Five: Don't Mess with The Quartermaine Babes.