Chapter 4: Clubbin' it Up in SoBe

South Beach, Miami. Full of girls, beautilful girls. And that's what Randy and John likes. More of like Randy. Trish loves the rich food. And as for Nikki... Loves the awesome clubs with vibrant people. What happens when you put them all together? One word: D-I-S-A-S-T-E-R.

Different accents of voices filled the air as they entered Club SoBe. As soon as they entered, Randy spotted a girl he wanted to dance with. John was pulled by Trish, scolding him about the idea. Nikki strutted to the dance floor, and started doing one of her favortie hobbies: dancing.

"Why the hell did you bring up this idea? Come on, sure, SoBe is a beautiful place with nice people during the day. But people get all drunk and nutsie-cuckoo by the time they've drank what, 2 shots? You know what? Forget it, Randy's already freak dancing, Nikki's dancing lke nobody's watching, good for a laugh, but she's an awesome dancer. But if something happens to one of you, don't come crying to me." Trish snobbed John as she walked out of the club and ran down the street.

"Hey Nikki! Can I ask you the question now?" Randy was sweating buckets after dancing for 2 hours non stop wth 4 different girls.

"Ok." Nikki drank some water.

I can't ask her out now. Like... This isn't the right place, not the right time. Quick... Better think up of something. Randy thought as he stared at Nikki.

"Umm... Can I buy you a drink?" Randy asked from the top of his head.

"Thanks, but no thanks. I don't drink." Nikki answered. "And that's the question you've been wanting to ask me?"

"Yes. I mean, no. My question isn't super ready yet." Randy wiped the sweat off his head.

"Here, let me help." Nikki took a napkin and smudged off the remaining of Randy's sweat.

"Thanks, I owe you one." Randy sat down on the stool.

"Owe me for wiping your nasty sweat off your freakin' forehead? Yeah right--" Nikki stopped. "Oooh! That's my jam right there!"

The music was roaring through the speakers, bass pumping throughtout the club. She couldn't help but getting up to dance.

"Hey Nikki! It's your jam right now! Come on and dance!" John signaled Nikki to join him on the dance floor.

"Wait up --" Randy yelled back to Niki and John but a girl walked buy with a micromini. "Hey babe! Wait up... You look like the type who needs a RANDY."

"Yes, I do." the girl said in a very suggestive voice. Randy couldn't help but dancing with her.

Nikki sure danced like nobody's watching. Soon everyone on the floor focused their attention on her. Everyone formed a circle around her and started to root for her to dance some more. John had run up to the DJ and took a hand at the turntables. He knew exactly what would make Nikki dance more, and he did just that. On the other hand, all the way in the corner, Randy was already making out with the micromini girl. The song soon ended, and Nikki walked to the side and bowed as everyone applauded her.

"Thank you, thank --" Nikki bumped into someone sitting down on the seat. As she turned around to say sorry, she jumped at the site of Randy making out with the micromini girl.

"Sorry..." Nikki just apologized, smiled, andwent into the restroom.

"Hmm... That was good... Can you do a little more than that?"The micromini girl started pulling on his shirt.

"Oh yes I can." Randy suddenly agreed and unbuttoned his shirt, then got on top of her.

Making out is good...Ugh... But she's a blonde, I'd go more with brunettes, like Nikki.She's an A, I'd rather go for a C, like Nikki. She's short, I'd rather go for someone tall, like Nikki.Randy thought of this as he made out with the girl.

"Hey... You jerk! You making out with my girl!" A random guy yelled not far from Randy and the girl.

Randy payed no attention to the guy. Then the guy ran up to Randy, pulled him off the couch, then started cursing him.

"What the fuck are you doing with my girl? She's my you hear? You motherfuckin' dumbass!" The guy was steaming red. Soon John heard the fight, realized it was Randy, then came to the rescue.

"I thought she was --" Randy started.

"Well bitch, you thought wrong. She's my girl and you back away from her. You heard?" The guy yelled at Randy then punched him right in the eye.

"What the fuck... Hey! What the hell did he do to you?" John pushed the guy.

"Don't you dare touch me bitch!" The guy then punched John.

Nikki then ran out of the restroom. She recognized that voice from nowhere. She realized it was John's. She then ran up then bent down to make sure Randy and John were OK. Then she got up and confronted the guy.

"What? You're two timing guys and that you're gonna stand up for them? Yeah right." The guy scoffed at Nikki.

"Don't you ever dare to hurt my friends again." Nikki turned red with anger.

"What? You think you can knock me out?" The guy chuckled. "Look babe, she wants to knock me out." The guy pointed at Nikki. The girl just smiled. Then Nikki gave her a look making her run to the restroom. "You made my girl run, you're going to pay fucker!"Nikki backed away. "what? You scared?" The guy rolled up his sleeves. By now, everyone was watching, the music stopped too.

"You going to hit a woman? Look, pal, you're drunk so go home." Nikki tried to reason with him.

"Hell yeah I'm going to hit a woman. A bitch like you ain't gonna harm me." The guy scoffed. Nikki walked up to him and gave him a really hard punch. Harder than the guy punched John and Randy combined.

PUNCH!

"That'll show you to never mess with my friends again." Nikki stopped as she saw the girl. "And you, yeah you with the micromini, next time this happens, speak up and tell the truth. This would've never happened to your "boyfriend" if you would've done just that." Nikki turned around and picked up John and Randy, who ws half concious. "Randy, John, you're going to have to try and walk with me OK? We're going back to the hotel." Randy heard, then tried to help Nikki hold John, but then ended up being dragged by Nikki.