Wasted (Gucci Mane)

"Lets go out." Krillen Proposed. We all sat around bean bag chairs in one of the many rooms in Bulma's private house-she lived, of course, on the same property of her parents, but at some point she had gotten tired of having to be in the same room with them all the time, and formally announced she was moving to a another dome. And she did. Bulma's dome was 3 floors, the bottom being a foyer and dining room, the second being a game room with a 72-inch flat screen and a bunch of arcade games and a pool table, and the third being Her huge bedroom, with a hot tub and 60-inch Flat screen. I was jealous of her because of all her awesome stuff, but not that she lived alone. I could relate to that. Except for the part that she didn't prepare her own meals and clean up the house herself like I did at my apartment. She had butlers for that, and that's why I truly envied her.

"Where would we go?" I asked.

"The Coffee Cafe?" he suggested meekly.

"We were there what, like, and hour ago?" I said, checking my phone. It was 9:30. I had an idea, but not the kind my friends would probably be thinking of-but normal sophomores didn't exactly think like me. If they agreed, we'd have a crazy night, and feel like crap the next morning.

"The lookout" I grinned. The lookout was a club in the 3rd district, near where I lived. It was a 3rd rate, corrupted club full of pervs and whores, but a club no less. Anyone could get in there with enough persuasion...

"What's That?" Chi Chi Asked. I explained the idea, and i have to say the reception I got was pretty good. I expected them to all shout NO! In unison as soon as I explained, but only chi chi did that. Bulma and krillen were into it instantly, And Tien took a few moments, then decided it would be fun. Chaotzu, following Tien's lead as always, agreed. I don't think goku got the right idea of a club. It was probably better to let him think it was like a giant birthday party. Chi Chi took loads of persuasion, which I expected. if later asked how we convinced chi chi, the perfect Daddies' little girl to go into A club with us, we wouldn't have been able to tell you. But we did it, and soon I was telling them all to go back to there houses and change into something more...clubby. I kept on my airwalks and black skinny jeans, swapping my Tee for a blue undershirt and a black dress shirt. Most of the guys came back dressed similarly, and the girls looked like guidettes straight out of jersey shore, with slutty clothes, poofs in their hair and the 15 pounds of makeup. Everyone seemed ready for the club...except krillen.

When i saw him i burst out laughing, making no effort to contain myself.

He wore an all white suit, fancy white Italian shoes, and a white wide brimmed hat.

(The one he was wearing when he was dating maron and met gohan by the lake)

"Hey! stop the laughing! Stop it!"

But i just couldn't contain myself. Neither could the others. We all laughed and laughed. Krillen's face went so red he looked like a demon. When my laughter finally subsided, Bulma said he looked snazzy. I know was complementing him to calm him down but when I heard the word "snazzy" I started laughing hysterically again.

"Hello Mr. Krillen, would you like a Cuban tonight, or you're baby rattle?"

Goku had to actually hold krillen back this time, which I found hilarious.

She gave me a "you aren't helping" look. When I had finally calmed down I briefed them.

"Alright. I need 20 zeni from all of you. That will add up to 140 zeni. It should be enough to get past those dirty pervs at the backdoor."

"who taught you how to get into clubs?" asked Bulma.

"A friend" I replied curtly. But Bulma pushed.

"Why?"

"For my birthday. He got me and my girlfrien-"

Both girls, hearing the word "girlfriend" rushed over, screaming questions one after another, at rapid fire. I cursed for saying too much.

"YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND? WHAT'S HER NAME? WHERE IS SHE? DO YOU HAVE A PICTURE?"

"Had," I said acidly. "We broke up"

"Oh" They said, deflated. My tone had made it clear that the matter was not to be discussed any longer. If I told them one thing, it would lead tome telling another secret. Then another. And another. I wasn't ready to tell them about my past yet. But that was enough of the sob story. I had clubbing to do.

\o/-\o/

I knocked on the back door of the Lookout.

"What you kids want?" said a gruff voice. He was a 5'6' Namekian, with an apron on saying "KISS THE CABBAGE". Weird.

"100 Z's if you let us in, 140 if you don't tell anyone.

He winked. I gave him a dark look.

"No funny business" I growled. He gave me an amused look, like I was biting off more than I could chew. I returned his look with a glare usually reserved for my father. He frowned and stepped aside.

"Get in before I change my mind." he said curtly.

I let everyone go before me, just to make sure the guy didn't try anything. He stared at bulma and chi chi's Asses as they walked in, which I expected. I walked in. without looking back I repeated my earlier statement.

"No funny business."

\O/-\O/

I walked out the kitchen door into the party wild atmosphere of the club. In other words, the stench of alcohol and sweat stank up the room. Bright, Fluorescent lights of all colors illuminated the otherwise pitch-black walls and surroundings. Party Rock Anthem blasted through the room from several speakers, Tables lined the wall, the bar adjacent to them. After taking this all in I plunged into the moshing, dancing fray.

\o/-\o/

"Happy 15th birthday, Nico" Pat grinned. I stared, wide eyed and took my girlfriend Alyson's hands in mine. Pat had gotten me into a club! A real, 21 and up club! I moved my hand up to Alyson's wrist, wear she wore a leather armband that I gave her. It had spikes on it. It used to be mine, but I gave it to her for her birthday. I had the second one, witch I wore on my left wrist. Some usher song came on, and Alyson grabbed my hand and pulled me to the dance floor. This was her favorite song, witch annoyed me, because it was so...mainstream. Our taste in music wasn't really something we agreed on. Nevertheless, we had a great time, dancing, laughing, and not really thinking about anything but what was going on in our lives, in that one spectacular moment. I looked into her eyes, and she reciprocated. We just stood there looking at each other like idiots. I knew from the look on her face what she was waiting for. So I just pulled it together and did it. The moment our lips touched I wanted to just scream in joy, because it was my first kiss, ever. I felt her smiling on my lips, and I knew she had the same feelings.

\o/-\o/

I smiled as I recalled the happy memory, but frowned when i looked at the 2 armbands I wore. When I dumped her she threw it at me, in rage. I never actually told her I was running away, I just said... well that's another story. But for now, lets just say that it was one of the worst things I ever had to do.

"Why the long face?" A Young women asked me she looked to be about 19. I thought up a lie quickly,

"I went to the bathroom, and found my girlfriend making out with some other guy!" I said, feigning sadness.

"Aww, you poor thing!" The girl patted me on the back. "Let me buy you a drink"

Yes! I'd lied well enough to earn some female attention, and a free drink.

"Thanks, I could really use a pint right now..."