Alec seemed to roll down the steps of Crash, eyeing the room for Max, OC and Sketchy. Apparently it was 80s night. Celebrating a whole decade from over 40 years ago by dressing up in ridiculous tight leather and weird gym socks and headbands just didn't seem like a flattering fashion choice for anyone, Alec thought.

His notion was confirmed the moment he spied Sketchy, whose attire consisted of a light blue tee under a white suit jacket with pushed up sleeves and matching white pants.

"The nineteen eighties," he said with arms outstretched.

Alec nodded. "I'm glad I wasn't, uh, born in that decade!"

Sketchy laughed. "Well at least it wasn't the seventies!"

Alec wasn't sure what he meant, but he smiled at his friend anyway and watched a beautiful girl walk past their table. "So where's Max and OC?" he asked, swinging his head back to Sketchy. Sketchy motioned toward the bar and gulped down his beer. Alec followed his gaze and landed his own on Original Cindy.

She was leaning against the bar on her elbows, facing the dance floor. Her tiny bright blue leather miniskirt and matching halter top nearly made Alec forget her preference. He noticed she was wearing some white patent leather roller skates.

Alec laughed to himself. Why anyone would wear roller skates is beyond me, he thought.

But as Original Cindy skated toward the dance floor with another girl on skates, both looking cute, he changed his theory.

And then he saw her.

She was facing the bar, wearing bright little yellow shorts with a white, yellow-trimmed v-neck sleeveless jersey. He followed her legs down and saw matching yellow leg warmers over her skates. The girl turned around with two pitchers of golden ale in her hands, and Alec's mouth fell open, suddenly dry. Max.

She skated toward the two guys with a big smile on her face. H saw she was also wearing a bright yellow headband and a high side ponytail. She was a sunshiny vision. And she was blushing at the look Alec was giving her.

"Like my costume?" she asked, reaching the table and setting the pitchers down without averting her gaze. Her carefree attitude seemed to demand his attention.

"It's nice," he said, leaning in a little closer and resting one arm on the table. He reached up with his other hand and twirled her ponytail, letting her locks fall through his fingers. "Very nice."

Max rolled forward slightly. He stared at her lips and licked his own unconsciously.

"You got plans for me?" she flirted, one eyebrow arched. She placed and hand on his arm and slid it up a few inches. She bit her lower lip and waited for his response.

Alec gave Max a half-cocked grin, a grin she'd never seen before, and which made her skin and the room hotter. An idea seemed to spark in his eyes as he answered, "How much time do you have?"