Glamour
VIP Lounge
10:30 P.M., December 11th
So it turned out, Glamour was a club for those twenty to eleven. The drinks you ordered at the bar were automatically made virgin. This was because there was no alcohol at the bar, thanks to no one over 20 being allowed in. But it wasn't a cheesy Disney-style bar, like most "kid-approved" clubs were. It actually had the WILD 94.9 DJ St. John there for the music. Flashing strobe lights hung from the ceiling, and lights flashed on the floor.
Dylan sipped at her virgin margarita. She sighed and stared at her four fabulous friends, their faces illuminated by the flashing lights on the dance floor. She smiled ever so slightly and took another sip of her drink. People were looking at her like, why does a kid have a margarita? She loved the attention.
"Hey, Dyl?" Massie interrupted Dylan's thoughts. "You feel like dancing? That is why we're here, right?" Massie smiled and tipped her head to the side. Her face flashed from purple to blue to green thanks to the strobe lights overhead. This made Dylan smile. She looked terminally ill when the light was green.
" Yeah, lets go." Dylan drained her glass of the last few drops it held. She slammed down the glass as the other girls waited patiently. Dylan hopped off the black leather barstool and led the way to the ultra-packed dance floor. After weaving their way through the dancing crowd, the girls stopped in dead center. They draped their arms around each other and formed a semi-circle. They swung their hips to the beat and sang along to the familiar song.
"No matter what we go through,
If you step up I'll step up too.
It don't matter what the haters say
it's all right,
You are my boo."
This is something for the radio,
yeah this is something for the radio,
You step up I'll step up too.
It don't matter what the haters say,
it's all right,
You are my boo."
The chorus to "Step Up" faded into a new song, one that was also familiar to the girls.
"Huh, seems like we know all these songs," Dylan mumbled. No one heard her over the song "Outta My System."
"When I'm with somebody,
all I think bout is you,
When I'm all alone
that's all I wanna do.
I miss the smiling faces in my sidekick.
Outta town visits,
all the time we spent together
makes it hard to get you
outta my system.
You don't know what cha do to me,
You don't even understand, damn,
you don't know what cha do to me
It's so hard to get you my system."
The girls didn't sing along to this song. Instead, half way through the song, Dylan flicked open her gold heart locket and looked at the tiny clock inside. She pouted. "It can't be time to leave yet." She sighed. "Uh, guys?"
"Yeah?" Massie tipped her head to the side. She dropped the arm that had been draped over Dylan's shoulders. The others dropped their arms, too.
"My flight leaves in two hours. We'd better go…"
"Oh…"
"Yeah, we've gotta go. Hey, at least we can gossip in the car right?"
"Yup. Guess we should… though I wouldn't mind you missing your flight…" Alicia laughed.
"And you think she would?" Massie demanded. But she was smiling. She sounded and looked much more confident than she was feeling.