Vitmain C's Night Out 2

Before Chris got inside, Christian came running back out.

"Dude, that is sooo not the place!" he exclaimed. Chris gave him an add look.

"O..k....then what is it?" he asked, not even wanting to know the answer. Christian scowled.

"I don't know, but it isn't the right place."

"Well why don't we check it out anyway?" Christian shook his head and started running back towards the car. Chris remained next to the door, debating whether or not to open it. His curiosity won over and he pulled open the heavy door. Once inside, he regretted it.

Bullhorns and cowboy hats lined the walls and country music set the background for line dancing couples on the dance floor. Chris's jaw dropped open in horror. Tears welled in his eyes.

"Oh dear god..." He turned as a waitress smiled at him, revealing a gap in her teeth, and ran for the exit. "Christian!! Pull up the car!" he ran towards the silver car and the two sped away.

"Dude, I told you. No Peeps of mine would be caught dead in a place like that. They had a jukebox for crying out loud." Chris didn't answer in his traumatized state.

"Must have Fozzy..." He repeated, chanting to himself. He pressed the play button on the CD player. Moongoose's voice soothed the troubled King of the World. Soon Chris was head banging along with the music.

"Um...are you better now?" Chris nodded, breathing a sigh of relief.

"That was so scary. I neeeever eeeeever want to go back there again." He closed his eyes, trying to remove the thought of the waitress from his brain. "So...where is this mythical place with girls?" Christian thought.

"I thought it was there...maybe it's this place..." He gestured to a glowing neon sign that read The Love Shack. He pulled the car up to...and over the curb and they got out. "It's the Looove Shack and I am ready for some love!" Christian exclaimed, jumping around on the sidewalk. Chris adjusted his shirt and smoothed back his hair.

"Love looks for me." He said, trying to be smooth as he tripped over his own feet. He reached out to catch himself on the lady in front of him, ripping her dress in the process. She shrieked and kicked him in the face. "Ughhhhh" he groaned as Christian looked down at his now bloody friend, laying on the concrete.

"Dude, your nose is bleeding." he pointed out. "Here, use this." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a kleenex. Ripping it into little strips, he started to shove one up Chris's nose. "This will stop the bleeding." Chris scowled as he stood on the sidewalk with pieces of kleenex hanging out of his nose.

"Now what?" He asked angrily.

"Now into the club!" Christian pulled his friend's hand and led him into the building.