CHAPTER 6 – I LOVE YOUR DANCE
Heading to the disco near the Luna Park, the "Dreamerz" Eric Delko had a shock moment considering that he has been beaten by Horatio at DDR, the idea of a mojito helped him to RIPRENDERSI.
"22 dollars please" said the guy out the disco, not very full of people, maybe because mainly there, there was commercial music. Horatio looked with his glasses at the man behind the desk and said.
"We are CSI, we don't need to pay... right?"
"Ehm... no, I'm... I'm sorry guys, have a nice night!"
"Thanks, jerk". The group entered with Delko half dead and the other people pretty surprised.
The disco wasn't very big of crowded, but offered good fun for everybody, also because the DJ knew what was best to put in. Rarely happened brawls and, obviously, drug was present, but fortunately not in enormous amounts. In a room the DJ put in the newest hits, in another room there was Caribbean music, an excellent barman called Kyle Jerry made the best mojito of the whole city.
"Kyle, a mojito please" Eric knew the barman, not a friendship, just reciprocal respect.
"What do you drink?" Asked Calleigh to Alexx.
"A Bloody Mary please"
Really? Ironically thinking.
Ryan wasn't thirsty, Horatio took a little glass of Wiskey and Speed a Coke & Havana.
The DJ put in "Waka Waka", Shakira's last song, pretty good, even when you hear it every time in every fucking TV channel, radio or person that talk!
"I love this song! Let's dance Alexx!" Wow, Calleigh drunk only after a Strawberry Vodka!
While that freakin' dance number was going, Eric was already at the third mojito, he regained his strenght, but his brain cell (only one, poor man), was burnt at the moment. Speed talked to Horatio:
"How are you these days? I really don't understand why you are wearing sunglasses here."
"I feel like a demon reaching paradise and killing all the angels. (Pause, insane look at Speed) I'm freakin' cool, another whiskey? "
"Sure! Thanks!" Speed looked at the glass, full of delicious alcohol and took a sip. "Wow... miss Ducaine there is so hot..." Referring to a person that danced quite badly a stupid house song.
"Yeah... So hot" Horatio stopped drinking a moment and looked at Calleigh So hot...
He put the glass on the table and entered the half desert dance floor taking off his jacket.
"DJ! Cut this shit! Put on something... (Pause) COOL!" He looked a bit frightening.
Eric was hardly on his foot after the seventh mojito, when suddenly Ryan tried to communicate with him.
"Eric... I have to tell you something."
"..."
"Eric it's important!"
"..."
"Holy shit wake up jerk!"
"... (pause) uh?"
While this pathetic scene was going on the DJ did the unthinkable: he put on Billie Jean! But don't worry, Michael Jackson should not turn over in the coffin.
Horatio danced Billie Jean like the old Mike, if not better, moonwalk, turns and an incredible grace in doing the moves made Horatio the king of the night. "Billie Jean..."
"Fuck Eric! Do you see it?" Returning back to our drunk "friend" and the amoeba.
"A rabbit?" Ryan lost his patience. He grabbed Eric's head with strenght.
"Listen stupid sea boy! An hour ago Horatio almost kicked a child's ass only because he asked him why he is wearing sunglasses, and now he is a dancer? HE COULD BARELY JUMP!"
Out of order.
"Oh fuck you useless shit!" Then he went away.
"Uh?" Eric.
Calleigh looked at Horatio like a hungry wolf looked at a piece of meat. The lieutenant at the end of the song did a Travolta move at Calleigh. Applauses and whistles.
2:00 PM. Next song: Thriller.
Horatio grabbed Calleigh's hand and dragged her on the dance floor to have an incredible show. Jennifer Grey and Patrick Swayze were nothing in confrontation, even the always blocky Calleigh looked like a professional dancer. Fortunately Eric was too busy in vomiting to understand what was happening. Alexx had her eyes popped out the orbits, Speed was busy in drinking and an angry Ryan observed the situation very attentively. The thriller dance was perfect, even some other people followed the old Caine.
End of the song, everybody left the disco.