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Chapter 11-Happy Hour
No POV
It was 9:45 P.M. at the garage. Already standing there waiting was Roman, Brian, and Leon. The ladies (Mia, Lily, and Senia) decided to take a day off and just hang around with the kids. They took the kids out to the movies. Of course Mia griped about the Team going out again, but Brian convinced her it was for a good cause. Dom and Letty pulled up about five minutes later. Dom had the most shit eating grin on his face, Letty a scowl on hers.
"What's your problem?" Rome asked her, watching with curious eyes.
"Dom wouldn't stop talking about the bet the whole way here. He keeps asking to bring one of them home. He's such a pig." She answered, crossing her arms over her chest.
The boys shared a laugh while waiting for the rest of the gang. Monty pulled up in his car a few minutes later.
"Dude, you would never suspect you're gay." Brian said, staring at Monty's clothes. He was wearing slightly baggy khaki shorts, a blue stripped button up shirt with the collar up, and American Eagle flip flops. "You just look like a rich kid."
"Yeah, I know. Where's the other two?" He responded, looking through the group.
"Right there." Rome pointed out, noticing the red headlights speeding their way. Doing a complete 180, Sasha spun out in front of the Team.
"Nice." Monty said outloud, crossing his arms. Vince and Sasha exited the car and joined the rest of the group. "Sweet ride. She yours?" Monty asked Vince, looking at the Porsche.
"Hell no. It's Sasha's." Vince replied.
"Well, well. Don't you look nice, Leticia." Sasha complimented, staring at her sister's outfit. Letty was wearing a black leather skirt that exposed her long, tan legs. She had an off-the-shoulder, long-sleeved black top with rising flames on the hem. She wore her flame-tipped boots and her hair was in curly ringlets.
"Yeah, you too." Sarcasm dripped from Letty's response. Sasha had on low riding blue jeans that hung perfectly off her hips. She had on a red t-shirt that read "caliente". Her choice of shoes were red flip flops. She had her hair tied back in a messy bun.
"You both look great. Now can we get goin'?" Monty said, almost bouncing up and down with excitement.
"Where we going?" Vince asked, raising a skeptical eyebrow.
"This little place I know. Just follow me okay. Let's go." Monty said, jumping in his car.
The gang followed Monty a few miles to a large club with people lined up outside. There was a tall, built bouncer in all black standing near a red rope, granting people access. The Team followed Monty's car into an alley between the club and another building.
"Is there a specific reason we're parked here and not in the lot?" Dom asked as everyone exited their cars.
"Um, if you want your car stolen or trashed, park it in the lot. I don't care." Monty smiled, leading the crew around to the front of the club. In bright green and blue letters, the name of the club read Happy Hour.
Instead of standing in line along with other people, Monty lead them straight to the front of the line. He greeted the bouncer, Brock, as he lifted the red rope for him. The Team went with Monty, but was stopped by Brock.
"Sorry guys, no skipping line. This isn't third grade." He growled, his hand on Dominic's chest.
Dom smacked it away and stepped in Brock's face. "Watch who you talk to like that. We're with Monty." Dom kept his voice low, but stern.
"Sure you are. Back of the line, asshole." Brock insulted, pushing Dom. Dom returned the shove, only with more force.
"Yo Brock! Cut the shit if you wanna keep your job! They're with me." Monty yelled. Brock stepped aside and rose the rope, allowing the gang access.
"Punk." Rome said to Brock as he walked by.
When the Team entered the club, the intensity was unimaginable. The club was packed with people dancing everywhere. There were topless men dancing together on a platform, but also women dancing in cages in the air. Strobe lights flashed from the ceiling. On the second level of the club, there were boothes where people were drinking, talking, and making out. At first glance, it didn't look like your average gay club. It was extremely flamboyant, but it was for gay and straight people to have a good time.
"We have a booth upstairs. C'mon. I'll order drinks from up there." Monty enunciated over the blasting music. Everyone nodded and followed him upstairs. There was a wide booth that overlooked the dance floor with red velvet seats and a red privacy curtain.
Everyone took a seat at the booth while Monty ordered some drinks up; a bottle of champagne and a case of Coronas. The music downstairs played softly upstairs "SexyBack" by Justin Timberlake.
"Say, none of these guys will try to like..hit on me...will they?" Leon asked, looking around at the other boothes. Monty smiled and sat down in a chair across from the booth.
"No Leon. Although, you do look like a good chase." Monty studied Leon's form teasingly. Leon shifted uncomfortably, making Monty laugh. "I'm kidding Le. Look, no one will bother you. The guys here pretty much can tell who's gay and who's not. If anyone gives any of you a hard time, just let me know." He does look nice though, Monty thought. Leon was wearing a black button up silk shirt with dark jeans and boots. His hair was slicked down and curled around his face.
"Why you? What, you know the owner or something?" Dom asked, looking at the women dancing in the cages. The look slowly changed from amusement to anger after Letty jabbed him in his thigh under the table.
"Um, something like that. Look, we gonna get this bet going or what?" Monty asked, standing from his chair. He downed the last of champagne in his glass.
"Hell yeah. Let's do this." Sasha said, already slightly hammered. She slammed down the last of her Corona and stood from the booth. She hiked up her jeans a little and put on a crooked smile.
"You're such a dyke. Let's go though." Letty said, standing from the booth. The guys cheered as they followed the girls and Monty down to the dance floor.
"Okay here. Write the numbers down on here." Monty handed them both a pen and a pad. "Well, let the games begin." The Team split up, traveling to different parts of the club. Monty went back upstairs to watch from top; Leon and Vince went to watch the strippers in the cages; Dom, Rome and Brian walked over to the bar. Letty and Sasha walked to opposite sides of the room, looking for their first victim.
Letty spotted her first chase. She was a dark skinned girl with long, raven hair to her mid back. Her skin was almost darker then Letty's and she smelled of vanilla. She was dancing slowly alone in a corner, moving her hips lustfully. Letty's impaired feelings drew her to the girl automatically. She approached her, still dancing, and stood in front of her.
"Hey." Letty said, beginning to dance with her. The girl smiled and wrapped her arms around Letty's neck.
"Hi. I'm Lauren." She introduced, picking up her pace in the dance.
"I'm Letty." Letty smiled back, grinding onto Lauren.
Over on the other side of the club, Sasha was having more success with finding women. She was dancing in a group of women, all who seemed to take a liking to her. When she asked for numbers, no one minded jotted it down.
Dom's POV
I was sitting at the bar looking around, feeling out of place. I never had a problem with gay people, I just never hung out with them. I never had any gay friends. So this was the first time I was around anyone gay. Although I could feel the looks from the bartender increasing, I only smiled. So much for 'they can pretty much tell who's gay'. Do I look gay? I had to do a memory check of what I was wearing. I had on a black tank top and dark jeans. I had the black beanie that Jesse bought me on and my cross necklace.
I shook off my thoughts and turned around. I looked around the club to take in the sights when I noticed Letty at a table with two girls. From what I could tell, one of the girls was Puerto Rican and the other was white. The hispanic girl had dark brown hair and the white girl had blond hair. Letty was sitting in between them. The hispanic girl wrote something down on the pad, then passed it to the white girl. I assumed she got the numbers. I looked around the club to see how Sasha was doing. I was surprised when I saw her kissing a red head in a short skirt. I smiled and hit Vince's shoulder without turning. When he didn't speak, I looked at him. He was already staring, basically drooling.
"V. Wake up bro." I said, tapping his shoulder. He snapped out of his daze and turned to me. "You okay?" I asked him.
"Mmhm." He murmered, turning back to Sasha. I looked over at Letty, who was now kissing the blond girl. I smiled and turned back to the bar.
No POV
After she finally got out the crowd of woman, Sasha spotted another attractive girl dancing in the center of the dance floor. She battled her sexuality as she crossed to the girl. As she got closer, she noticed Letty behind her, also approaching her.
"I saw her first. Get lost." She mouthed over the girl's back.
"Fuck off Sash. She's the hottest one I've seen tonight." Letty argued back, closing in on the girl.
The woman had shoulder-length, brunette, curly hair and a lean body. She had to be about 5'6" and had legs for days. She was wearing a blue jean skirt with a green tank top and flip flops. She was dancing with a guy (who looked like an Ambercromie & Fitch model) but they didn't look like they were together. It didn't matter to the sisters, for they both still went in for the kill.
"Hi." They said simutaneously to her. She looked bombarded at first, but then smiled at the girls.
"Hi." She laughed, looking at both Letty and Sasha. Her guy friend tossed one arm around her shoulder and the other on his hip. "Sorry ladies. This is my friend, Mike. I'm Ricara. Ricky for short." She introduced, smiling a perfect smile. Sasha felt a little weak in the knees while Letty felt her booze shooting to her head. Sasha stared into Ricky's ocean blue eyes, but a hit in the arm brought her back to reality.
"I'm Leticia. Letty for short. This is Sasha." Letty said, pinching the back of Sasha's arm. Wincing in pain, she frowned at Letty. She turned her gaze back to Ricky and stuck out her hand.
"Nice to meet you. You too, Mike." Sasha said, holding her hand out to both of them. By the time they took their hands back, Letty was off to the next girl. "Sorry about her. She's my sister. She's kinda drunk right now." Sasha apologized, shaking her head at Letty, who was dancing with some strange looking girl.
"And what about you?" Ricky asked, looking at Letty.
"I'm functioning." She laughed, getting a smile in return from Ricky.
"Wanna go somewhere and talk?" Ricky asked, grabbing Sasha's hand. Without receiving an answer, she pulled Sasha to a table, leaving Mike dancing with a drunken Letty.
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Sorry for the lack of talent in this one. Things have been kinda slow. But I'm gonna try to pick up the pace with this. Read&review anyways.