Heat Wave!

Capture four: Really meeting new faces, and some old ones!

"C'mon Shorty, you know there's some chemistry between us." Heat said just before...SLAP! Heat'd face would end up squashed against the backseat left door's window like a bugs by Shorty's hand.

"Oh please Heat, you're cheesy pick up lines don't work." Short said while she'd leaned over, pushing his face into the window hard before she'd fall back into her seat with a giggle and then the taxi car stopped in front of a wide building along the edge of town, that seemed more like a warehouse then anything else while the little privacy window was opened.

"This is the place." The driver said as he tossed the invitation back at Heat gave him for directions.

"That'll be 27.50, kid." The driver said to Heat as he'd reached out with one hand to the backseat.

"What?! You gotta be kidding me! With all that traffic and everything, I could have WALKED and got here quicker then that!" Heat said as he'd fish through his pockets for his wallet, finding soficiant amount of money before giving it and then getting out of the taxi, Shorty doing the same on her side as the taxi would just speed off to get back onto the roads and out of sight as Heat just raised his fist in anger ands yelled at the driver.

"This is New York, everything's expensive you dummy." Shorty said as she'd walked over to Heat quickly, grabbing that hand in the air and then pulling him along.

"C'mon, lets just get to where we need to be!" Short said as she pulled him along towards the large doors to the warehouse like building there, it was worn down but no where near abandoned looking, a few cars lined up along the wall of the building, showing that someone was there at least.

"I can't believe they charge so---" Heat didn't get to finish as Shorty would end up scraping her foot along the ground to kick at Heat's shin and send him hobbling around towards the door...That shut him up all right.

"Why you little b---" Heat didn't get to finish, Shorty had already grabbed Heat and was forcing him to those doors to the warehouse.

"Oh, shut up, you'll live!" Shorty said in that sugary sweet voice with a few gigles, after all, she was going to meet old friends, not to mention finally be able to dance in a tournament, and unfortunately for Shorty, this might be her last ever. Shorty's family was starting to worry, at six-teen she still hadn't done anything but dancing really, even with the flawless grades in school and everything, they were worried about the future, so Shorty had been thinking about stopping all together, but never the less, she had to have fun, soon those doors were pushed open and Shorty tumbled inside, dragging Heat on inside with her.

"Can you let me go now!" Heat yelled as his arm snapped around roughly as he grunted and looked around inside, the inside seemed...decent looking, a few speakers here and there, along with a turn table within one corner, entire floor a nice linoleum for smoothness. This seemed like the place..only one thing..there was close to no lights, most that was there was a small little light hung over a pillar with a clip board attached to it as Shorty would just rather quickly make a run on over to that light...while Heat tagged along behind her.

"Hmm...I think it's a check list..." Shorty said before bringing a slim long finger to the pale piece of paper on the clipboard and read along the first sheet, it was of names.

"It's a list of who's going to be here! Look, there's me..Strike..Kelly..." Shorty continued on before being interupted by Heat

"What about me? What about me?!"

"Oh, who cares about you, you're already here." Shorty said in a sort of...'girl power' sort of tone as she continued to read silently until a door was heard opening along with the light from the outside shining inside along with a body coming on in through before the deep toned voice rung out "Huh, people are here already?" Heat and Shorty turned around to see the body, it was tall, the voice was familiar, and he was wearing a hat..Heat would just hold one hand over his eyes to try and shield his eyes from the light.

"Yeah, that's nice. Now close the God damn door!!" Heat yelled out before a simply "Oh, sorry." Was heard and the door was shut with that body coming in a little more into view, and yes, it was him, it was the old...and original DJ of the tournament! Of course he never really told anyone of the tournament his actual name, he was only known as 'DJ Kickin'' The tall African-American was dressed up nicely in a loose fitting pair of white and black high water pants, along with a black open zip up vest and loose tank top worn on underneith, head was shaved completely along with a pair of black shaded sunglasses worn over his eyes.

"Oh..it's you..." Heat said as if he was...expecting someone else, though no matter what glad he had someone around to make conversation with now, well..more conversation then Shorty here was giving him.

"Hi!" Shorty would just hop up, of course still a good foot shorter then both of the boys, well..maybe not Heat, but certainly there host, as she spoke in a sugary sweet voice and would flash out one of those old childish poses that she was known for, and of course he would reconize.

"Hah'..." DJ Kickin' only laughed a little before he shook hands with Heat and then found Shorty there beside him and would watch her before looking her over a bit here and there. "Hm, Shortness...you've grown." He spoke out with a growing little smirk there upon his lips.

"Yes, I have, and it's SHORTY!" Shorty said in a correcting, firm voice before sticking her tongue out at him.

"Oh..my bad." DJ kickin' said with a short laugh and then chatter was suddenly heard outside of the doors to the warehouse.

"Hm..it's about to begin." DJ Kickin' said lightly before he'd make his way over to a circuit breaker and opened it, flipping a few switches here and then lights shined out from the rafters above, showing the place was much bigger, in face it was so big Heat and Shorty didn't even notice the chairs down near the end of the warehouse.

"Huh?" Heat and Shorty both looked puzzled before the large doors to the warehouse opened and in came the voices of the people Heat had been so quick to abandon...Strike, Kelly, and along with the annoyingly snobbish voice of Kitty-N.

"Heat! You ran out on us!" an angered tone of Strike came out he'd end up increasing his pace to get closer to them before he'd end up whispering "You know I hate girl talk..why the fuck didn't you take me with you?!"

"You..slipped my mind?" Heat said before he'd shrug his shoulders before more chatter was heard, and it seemed that quite a few people were appearing now, in fact it was more like a big crowd! All of them coming through in tight groups of four before they'd all just stare and then Heat looked over his shoulder at the DJ.

"Who the hell are these people? I didn't know we were letting people watch now..."

"They aren't here to watch..they're your competition."

"What the hell are you talking about?!" Heat yelled back in an angered tone

"They're the new dancers, you dummy!"

"No, I mean...I HAVE NO COMPETITION, I'M THE BEST!!!"