Over at the house Angel had been at almost two days ago, the two guys of the band sat conversing with one another. Trent, sitting behind the drum set, was tapping out a low monotonous tone on the snare as he thought of something, but then cast his glance up to Sanjivan, the tapping ceasing suddenly as he asked, "So what are you doing on this Saturday night San?"
The young blonde guy only gave a small shrug, "I'm not sure. I may go get Ceria and take her out somewhere…I'm just not sure where yet. Why, what are you going to do?"
"Hmmm," Trent pondered a moment, "I want to have some fun. Drink a little, dance a little, but I don't really want to do it alone."
"What about that one girl?" San mentioned.
"Nah," Trent grimaced, "That's over. She started to bore me. I hated listening to her ramble on and on about this and that." He began in a mock voice, "Oh my parents are so mean to me they don't let me do anything. The other night I wanted to like go out with my girlfriends, but since one of them was smoking, my parents told me no. Can you believe that!?" He rolled his eyes, "One things for sure, she never lacks the drama but it's just not for me. I mean I'm all for hearing a girl's problems, but she was a walking talking ball of troubles, and too much for me."
"I see. Well, why don't we talk to Angel when she gets here about going out and doing something tonight? It could be fun, all of us getting together to have a good time." San suggested.
"I'd thought about it, but I wasn't sure if you would want to come, but hey if you want to go, I'm all for it. Was she supposed to be here today?' he asked, but just as soon as the words came out of his mouth, he heard the door to Angel's car slam shut. However, the both of them stood up from their positions when two other doors slammed behind hers. Trent and Sanjivan walked to the edge of the garage, immediately noticing the two new faces that followed Angel, their glances both going to one another. As Angel walked on to the garage, she walked past the two of them, ignoring the questioning looks upon their faces, but Trent was the one to turn and ask, "Uhm…Angel, who's the newbs?"
"Friends of mine," she turned and looked at him, "I thought it would be fun to bring them along so they could listen to us play. I hope it won't be a problem."
"No," San turned from the door, finally taking his eyes off the two guys that now stood just outside the garage, "It's no problem at all, but aren't you going to introduce them to us."
"Oh," she nodded passively, "Sure." Going over to where Jack and Raimundo stood, she cast them a glance and motioned toward her friends, "Jack, Raimundo, this is Sanjivan and Trent. Trent, San this is Jack and Raimundo."
"Oh," Trent nodded to the two of them, "Welcome to the garage of Seven, we hope you enjoy the music."
"Music," Raimundo questioned, but his eyes lit up as he looked around finally taking note of the instruments around the area. Casting a glance and a smile to Angel, he asked, "Man…you are in a band? You didn't even mention it."
"Ah," Angel only shrugged, "I don't make a big deal out of it." She replied as she reached over and picked up her bass guitar. As she slid the strap on around her neck, she merely looked at the two of them, "Just sit back and enjoy the show."
"Indeed," Sanjivan agreed, "You now have front row seats to a free concert…within a garage." He smiled playfully. Raimundo cracked a smile, but it quickly faded as Jack walked on past him and went over leaning himself against one of the walls inside. Jack had merely begun to ignore Raimundo as best as he could, though their scuffling had continued on the way over, resulting in them both sitting in the back of the car. Passing a glare to Jack, Raimundo slipped on inside, propping himself against the opposite wall as Jack, daggers flying from his eyes. However, both their attention was diverted when the beat from the drummer filled the air, followed by the music.
The rock style of the music overrun the air around them, allowing their thoughts for the moment to subside from one another, and somehow all four of their eyes swayed toward Angel who was intent and concentrating on her playing.
Jack watched with a certain admiration as her fingers plucked at the four strings on the bass, and slowly his eyes led him up to her face, which, to him, looked so perfect. He thought about the previous night and their conversation, and now as he thought of it he was wishing it could have lasted a little longer. He had been shocked yet taken by her response to him, but most of all the meekness he had caught within her once hardened eyes. Raimundo, who was also off in his own thoughts, watched her intently knowing that the girl he was staring at, was going to be hard to reach, but it only gave him that much more determination to win her over. He liked how her black hair shined under the florescent lights of the garage, giving her a glow that made her appear a lot like an angel to him. He had wondered what it was about her that attracted him so, but instead of trying to figure it out, he decided to just let himself be overcome without reason.
With a sigh from both of their mouths, the two visitors looked away from their daydreams, but upon doing so their eyes met again and once again the evil glares staggered across the room. Raimundo allowed himself to rest completely on the wall, his arms making it up into a cross, but never once did his eyes fall astray from Jack's. Jack followed suit never once allowing his doubts of the situation to show through.
Suddenly, the music ended causing the two of them to snap out of their state and their attention spans were once again focused normally. Angel allowed the guitar to hang around her neck by its strap, and her attention was turned to Trent who now spun himself on the seat to look at her.
"Hey Angel," he called across the garage, "What are you doing tonight?"
"Nothing really, why?" she asked.
"Me and San were talking about going out and doing something. We thought it would be fun if you came along. Do you want to?" he questioned.
"Where are you going?"
"We're not sure yet, but if you want to go, you can help us decide. Also," he motioned with his thumb toward Jack and Raimundo, "You can bring your new friends if you like, but…only if you bring Kelly." He wiggled his eyebrows.
"Well, I'll have to get a hold of her and see if she wants to come, though I'm almost sure she will, but sure…I'll come along." She agreed. Trent nodded then looked back at San, "Alright then, all we have to do is decide where to go."
"I'm all for the arcade." San spoke up.
"Arcade," Trent's mouth curved down, "But I want to dance…and drink."
"Why can't we do both," Angel suggested, "I mean we can meet early, go to the arcade first, then we can head from there to the club."
"Hmmm," Trent pondered hard then agreed, "Okay…that will work. We'll meet at the arcade first. Yeah!" he shouted out, and then turned back to the drums pounding out another beat, that led to another song.
Once the song was over, Sanjivan sat the guitar aside, informing the rest of the group, "Well, I was hoping for a longer practice today, but if we're going to do this tonight, I have to go get ready. I'm not even sure yet if Ceria can go, so I need to go ask."
"Yeah," Angel also stepped forward, "And I need to go and find Kelly. So, should we all meet back here at about seven?"
"Sounds good to me," San nodded, "I'll be back then."
"Later San," Trent waved to his buddy, but turned back when there was a tap on his shoulder. His eyes met up with Angel's there, as she stated, "I need to talk to you."
"I didn't do it." He denied.
"Trent," she glared at him, "For real."
"Okay," he turned to face her, "What is it?"
"Not here," she pointed to the door that led in the house, "There."
"Okay," he stated unsure, as he stood up, but without any further questions he headed on inside. Angel looked to Jack then to Raimundo then back to Jack again as she held up her pointer finger, "Hold on just a second."
"No problem." They both replied as she disappeared within the house.
Once inside, she met Trent over at the couch and looked up at him, "Listen…I need you to do me a favor."
"Sure, anything." He shrugged.
"I need you to take those two out somewhere and get them some clothes for tonight…"
"But Angel," he broke in, "I don't have any money."
"Taken care of," she pulled her wallet out and took out some money, "I'm buying. I just need you to take them out to get the items. Give them some guy time…you know."
"But Angel," he hem-hawed around, "I don't know the first thing about buying other guys clothes; I mean my style is easy, but what if they don't like it."
"Let them pick out their own." She sighed, "Listen…I need you to do this. I've got to find Kelly, among other things, and we are going to need girl time to prepare. If you don't do this, she may not get to come." Angel provoked him.
"Alright," he took the money from her hand, "But I had better not regret this." He warned her. She only shook her head positively, "You won't. Now…I'm going to go let them know, then I'm going to go." She turned but then spun back, "Oh and Trent…be nice."
"Hey," he gave her a smug look, "I'm always nice."
"I mean it." Her smile faded.
"So am I." he assured her. She only gave him one last glance, then nodded and went back out to the garage. When she appeared, both Raimundo and Jack stood straight from their positions against the wall, Raimundo informing her, "Man Angel, your band is great."
"Thanks," she nodded to him, "Uhm…listen you two, I need you guys to stay here for a while if you will."
"Here?" Raimundo questioned.
"What for?" Jack stepped up.
"Trent, the drummer, is going to take you guys out to get some clothes. We're going dancing tonight, and I thought you might like something a little different to wear. While you are doing that, I'm going to get Kelly and the two of us are going to get ready. I'll then be meeting you all back over here at seven."
"But I want to go with you." Jack told her.
"Stop whining Spicer." Raimundo told him, "We'll be fine. You go ahead and get ready…we'll go with your friend."
"I'm not whining," Jack glared at Raimundo. Angel looked at him and gave a slight smile, "I promise I'll be back, just give me a bit, okay?"
"Alright," Jack agreed reluctantly, "I'll go."
"Thanks." Angel nodded, "I'll see you guys at seven." She then turned and walked from the garage and to her car. Both of them watched her, Raimundo commenting, "Dang…she's some kind of woman."
Jack only glared from the corner of his eyes as he grumbled, "She doesn't like you."
"How do you know?" Raimundo shot back.
"Because I do," Jack retorted and turned to leave, but had forgotten about the drum set sitting behind him, which he tumbled over, knocking himself and the large floor tom to the ground. Raimundo only busted out laughing, "Yeah, what a way to set an impression Spicer." He then headed on toward the door of the garage, leaving Jack there by himself.
Seven eventually rolled around, and Trent stood outside his bathroom door, knocking on it in a low and repetitive manner. Leaning in, he laid his face against the wood and mumbled lowly, "Are you ever going to come out of there?"
"No." Jack's voice came from inside.
"Come on man," Trent told him, "Others need the bathroom too. What's up?"
"I don't want to come out and let people see me like this." He still refused.
"Why not? Come on," Trent tried to coax him, "Just let me see what's so bad about it."
"If I go out like this, "Jack pulled the door open and glanced down at himself in the black tank top and matching pants, "People will stare at my skin. As you can see," he informed, "I am white."
"So what?" Trent shot back, "Angel's just as pasty as you and trust me…she dresses a lot skimpier than that sometimes. Don't worry about it, besides, what's the point of dressing up if you don't want people to stare at you." Without warning, Trent reached out and grabbed Jack's arm, pulling him from the bathroom, "Now…if you'll excuse me, I need to get dressed too."
As Jack stumbled into the hallway there, he turned back to say something to Trent, but only got the door slammed in his face. His eyebrows drew down into a scowl, but deciding to let it be, he turned only to stare Raimundo in the face.
"Hey," Raimundo pulled at the long sleeves of the dark shirt he wore, "Check me out. I must say I have never looked better, and," he reached up and unbuttoned the top two buttons on the shirt, then ran his hands to the collar, curling it around in a neat fashion, "Angel is bound to notice me."
"Yeah right," Jack huffed at him. Raimundo grinned as he finally took note of Jack's attire and he nodded, "Hey, Spicer, look at you. Man," he reached out and slapped him on the arm, "You should really consider getting some sun."
"That's it," Jack exasperated as Raimundo continued past him. Frustrated, he continued down the hall and into the living room where he took a seat on the couch and pouted lowly to himself, "I'm not going. What's the point?"
Just as he said that, there was a ding from the doorbell behind him, and he looked around to see if anyone was going to answer it. When no one came, he stood up from the couch and went over pulling the door open, however, his mouth dropped open and he suddenly became speechless when he saw Angel on the porch. She was dressed in a black velvet vest, its sheer sleeves showing just a hint of her skin beneath. Her skirt was short and pleated, with a plaid print on it, her black stockings reaching to just a few inches below the hem of the skirt. The twist her hair was pulled up in only topped the outfit off, making her appear more perfect than ever before.
"Hey," she greeted to him with a smile, "Look at you."
Finally taking his eyes off of her, he took a glance back down at himself becoming disgusted again, "What about it?"
"What?" she walked past him with a laugh, "Nothing…you look nice, but…" reaching into her pocket she pulled out a slick ribbon and walked over to him, "I was going to let Kelly wear this, but she already had one so…" she stood to his back and moved her arms to the front of him. He flinched as she did so, his hand automatically grabbing her wrist, but gently she moved her arm with his hand and brought the ribbon around his neck, where she fastened it in the back with some Velcro.
As she moved her arms away, Jack reached up and touched the choker on his neck, now asking, "Aren't these things for girls?"
"Maybe where you're from they are, but around here, guys wear them too. If you don't like it, "she glanced up at him, "You can take it off."
"No." he reached up and placed his hand to it as though she was going to rip it off of him, "I'll wear it."
Angel only smirked at him, but turned to the hall as Trent stepped out of the bathroom. He was dressed similar to that of Raimundo; however, his pants were dark instead of white like Rai's. Angel only shook her head, "I see you're going with your same old look."
"Hey," he grinned, "It works for me, and you look…man…" his thoughts wandered for a moment, "Did Kelly come?"
"She's waiting in the car for us." Angel told him.
"Oh yeah, "he remembered, "San called me, he said his mom was going to drop them off at the arcade. He said Ceria can't go dancing tonight, but that they could spend some time with us at the arcade for a while."
"Alright." She nodded, "So is everyone ready?"
"Yeah, just let me go get that one dude. He was getting dressed in my room a little bit ago." He turned and dashed down the hallway, soon returning with Raimundo. Angel looked him over as he came into the room and smiled, "See Trent, one went with your look, but…I like the white pants more." She nodded.
"Alright, alright," Trent started to the door, "Let's just get going. I'm ready to have some fun. Kelly…" he stated to himself as he walked out the door and off the porch. Angel only sighed and then motioned to the door with her head, "Come on guys, and let's go have some fun." Reaching out, she hooked each one her arms within each one of their arms, then lead them out the door, closing it behind them.