Derek...
I was in metal shop when Edwin and Teddy came in. They both looked happy and like they just found a hidden treasure. I for one thought it was creepy, and so did everyone else in the room.
"We have something for you..." Teddy said in a voice that resembled a child predator offering candy to some trick or treaters. He handed me a folder and a few CDs. "This is Casey McDonald, or what we could dig up of her." That sentence was also creepy.
I opened the folder and saw a list titled "Favorite Books and Authors" I skimmed through them. "Dave Eggers, Emily Dickenson, Edgar Allen Poe...."
"Deep isn't she?" asked Teddy.
"More like unstable." I added. "Both Emily Dickenson and Edgar Allen Poe were certifiable." I continued through the folder. "Favorite bands" was the next list. "The Moldy Peaches, the Raincoats..."
Her musical tastes and taste in literature was peculiar, but what I would have expected from an odd girl like this. Or, not odd...intimidating was the better word. Or hostile, which ever one worked.
"Oh, and there's this." Edwin said pulling out a slip of paper. "Likes: thai food, indie films, and any works of Charlotte Bronte." he handed me the list and the CDs he had. "These are her two favorite bands."
I looked at all of the info I had been given and came up with an analysis of Casey. "So I'm supposed to buy her some noodles, a book, and sit around listening to chicks who can't play an instrument?"
"Are you familiar with Club Skunk?" my stomach turned at the name of "Club Skunk". Teddy continued "Her favorite band is playing there tonight."
I shook my head. "I can't be seen at Club Skunk, ok? It's just..."
"But she'll be there." interrupted Edwin.
"Just let your ears take a beating for one night Derek." insisted Teddy.
I looked away and thought about the humiliation I would be facing if I went, then Edwin interrupted yet again.
"She has a pair of black underwear...if that helps."
I looked at both of them in confusion as they held that same pathetic smile smacked across their faces.
I thought about turning around, turning around and walking out of the club. No not walking, running. The room's estrogen level was higher than it needed to be as I was the only guy in there with the exception of the bartender. I could feel all eyes on me in disgust as every girl knew I was only there to hit on them. But they were wrong, I was there to hit on ONE of them. I looked towards the stage looking for Casey, and there she was dancing with one of her friends. She was smiling a bright smile and looked like she was having a good time. I had to say, she looked beautiful dancing there.
"I need agua" I heard her shout to her friend. She walked over to the bar where I was drinking my beer. I played it cool, like I didn't even know she'd be there. "Two waters" I heard her order.
She looked around, then her eyes fell on me and that charming smile was gone. She stormed over to me and stared. I looked up at her and grinned.
"If you're planning on asking me out again you might as well just-"
"Do you mind? You're kind of ruining this for me." I interrupted gulping down my beer. "You know, these guys aren't 'The Moldy Peaches' or 'Tiny Masters of Today', but they're not bad." I got up and started walking closer to the stage.
"You know who the Moldy Peaches are?"
"Yeah, don't you?" I asked. She looked a little baffled, and I could tell I was getting there. "I was watching you out there, I 've never seen you look so sexy!" I was shouting over the music, but when I shouted out "never seen you look so sexy!" the music stopped and everyone heard me and began to laugh including Casey. I laughed a little too, "There's a party Friday, come with me."
She looked at me with a little grin on her face. "You never give up do you?"
The music started back up and I had to shout again. "Was that a yes?"
"No" she said walking to her friend with the waters.
"Then was that a no?"
"No" she shouted back to me.
I smiled a big smile. "I'll see you at 9:30 then!" she waved bye to me briefly and walked back into the sea of estrogen. Finally! I had a date with Casey which meant another paycheck from the pretty boy.