Mr. Gorder gave me the rest of the day off, so I grabbed my coat and headed for the door. It was still raining, so I took a cab back to my apartment. The cab pulled up in front of my building at about one o'clock in the afternoon, and I had nothing to do. I decided to spend some much needed quality time with my bed. After taking the twelve flights of stairs to my apartment, I unlocked my door and went in. My briefcase and coat made a dull thud as they hit the floor. I stopped for a moment to look around. Since I was never here at this hour of the day during the week, my home felt different, looked different, and sounded different. The staccato of rain hitting the skylights, the way the afternoon light cast shadows, it all made the place seem more new and inviting. I kicked off my shoes, and practically dived into bed. I rolled over, and found a comfy position, staring at the digital alarm clock next to my bed. The red numbers looked back at me, as I gradually fell asleep.
I woke up, the clock read 8:00 PM. My phone rang, "Hello, Dan?" a familiar female voice said at the other end.
"Sarah? Hey, what's up?"
"Well evidently not you, did I wake you?"
"No, no, you didn't. I was just getting some much needed sleep. Frank-Mr. Gorder gave me the day off, so I headed home."
"Well congratulations on the promotion, and in honor of your gaining a rung on the corporate ladder, we're all going clubbing to night!"
"Wait, wait, wait a second, who's we? Clubbing?"
"You, me, Harmony, and Will is we, and PLEASE tell me you've gone clubbing before, for God's sake Dan, you live in New York! Do you know how many night clubs there are here?"
"I've gone clubbing once ore twice before, and no, I don't go to the opening of every new strip bar in New York, just to see the ribbon be cut."
"All right, well then I'll see you in about ten minutes. We'd have been there sooner, but Harmony's car wouldn't start, so we took Will's. Get ready, and I'm sure there's a story about why you're on a first name basis with that lecherous chauvinist who used to be our boss?" Sarah hung up and I ran to find some on-the-town clothes.
Sure enough, Will's silver Mini S pulled up. Harmony was in the front, Will was driving, and Sarah and I were in back. "You look………….wow." I sputtered. Sarah just smiled and shook her head. She was wearing a silver-sequined dress, her red-golden hair was down to about shoulder blade length. "Well you look wow too Dan." I smiled sheepishly and looked out the window.
"Hey Harmony, could you move your seat forward a bit, I'm chewing my kneecaps back here."
"Oh sure, you mean, like THIS?" She said as she slammed the seat back even further.
"Goddamn it Harmony! Your sense of humor is painful!" I said, rubbing my knees.
"Hey don't make me come back there!" Will said jokingly. "Now, for some music." Will hit a button on the Mini's radio, and all of a sudden British techno started blaring out of the speakers. "Oops, well at least no one will have any ear wax to worry about tonight." Harmony slugged him. "Hey, hey, hey! Don't give the driver a dead arm! Jeez, what are you, a fatalist?" It took us a little while to find a spot near our first stop. Before we even got out, a limo full of models and movie stars pulled up in front of the club and entered with their entourages. "Well I guess we can kiss this club goodbye, how in the hell can we dance if there's nothing but a bunch of floozies with hair spray on the brain flooding the place?" Harmony said.
"All right, how about Mauve? It's within walking distance of here." said Will. We got to Mauve and tried to get, but we were stopped by an odd looking guy, dressed all in purple. "Ya, see in dis club, vee only vare purple, unt I see no purple on you. Ok, Hans! Remover them!" Said the man in a German accent.
"Ok, that didn't work, how about Club Rio?" asked Harmony.
"Let's do it, it's better then standing outside a flamboyant strip club." said Sarah.
Will managed to get us through traffic and into a parking spot near Club Rio fairly quickly. We all got out and headed for the front entrance. A long line and a bouncer awaited us. A foursome, dressed way better then we were, went up to the door, and the bouncer turned them away. "Well screw that idea, we're never getting past that guy! He must be 6'4" and all muscle!" I said, doubting this idea of Sarah's.
"Leave this to me." Sarah said, as she walked up to him. She leaned up close to him, whispered to him, then he let the velvet rope down and motioned us in. "What did you say to him?" I asked.
"Please tell me that you didn't promise to get it on in the bathroom!" Harmony said frantically.
"Nothing of the sort! I simple told him that I was in a perfect position to, now how shall I put this, disable his cookies."
"Oh."
