theme: disco night

"I don't see why I have to go to this party. I was just fine at home, playing video games." Mordecai locked up the cart, clicking the button multiple times to reassure him.

"No one said you had to. I'm going because my girlfriend is a hostess," he replied. "And I think you wanted to go because the girl of your dreams is gonna be a hostess, too."

"Stop talking!" Rigby shouted, throwing his fists up in the air. "Eileen is NOT the girl of my dreams, okay?! I don't even have a girl of my dreams. I've never dreamed about a girl in my life- shut it!"

"Alright, dude, just calm down," Mordecai said in a hushed tone. "I was just messing with you."

"Whatever," Rigby grumbled in response. The two approached the Coffee Shop's main doors, both catching the muffled disco music from inside. Upon entering, Rigby was mildly surprised at how packed it was. People seemed to fill up every nook and cranny of the suburban shop.

It created a sense of dread in the twenty-three-year-old. He was claustrophobic, and having so little space to breathe made him uneasy.

A large disco ball was suspended from the ceiling, spreading its' sprightly atmosphere throughout the lobby. Rigby felt Mordecai's presence disappear next to him as he made his way towards Margaret.

The raccoon stood on the tips of his toes, scanning faces for Eileen. He knew that she would be compensation for being here. Maneuvering past tables and stools, he got closer to the counter when he heard Eileen call out from behind him. "Hey, Rigby! Over here!"

Rigby swerved around, peering over heads. "Eileen?" he questioned, raising his voice against the thunderous music. "Right in front of you, silly!"

She waved her hand in front of his face, her golden bracelets jingling. Eileen was standing with another guy.

"Oh! I didn't even recognize you," Rigby commented, analyzing his friend's temporary look.

Eileen was wearing a neon green tank-top that had a single strap; it flowed from one shoulder to just above her breast. Her hair was curled and positioned up high beside her hairline. She had on jean cut-offs and hot pink leggings underneath.

He noted, with slight embarrassment, that she wasn't wearing her glasses.

"You look.. better than usual, I guess," Rigby commented. Eileen's face lit up. "You really think so?"

"Well, I'll leave you two to talk," a muscle-bound blonde said, grinning. Rigby semi-recognized him, but couldn't figure out from where. "Oh! Rigby, you remember my friend Tuck Packerd, right?" Eileen asked, smiling.

"Oh.. yeah. Hey," Rigby answered, not making eye contact with Tuck. "You kids have fun. It was nice catching up with you, Eileen," Tuck told her, pulling her into a slight hug. Rigby felt a slight twinge of jealousy, but his facial expression didn't change.

"Same here! Good luck with that chess tournament on Wednesday," Eileen called to him as he weaved back into the crowd. She turned to Rigby. "Enjoying yourself so far?"

"Not rea- wait, how come you can see me? You're not wearing your glasses."

"I don't usually wear my contacts that often, but it was a special occasion! I just picked them up from my optician last week," Eileen explained. She smirked knowingly. Rigby wondered if she was thinking about that one time he had confessed that she looked hot without her glasses on.

"Well- it's a party, right? C'mon!"

Eileen took him by the wrists and thrust him forward. Rigby was still tense, but he seemed to relax a tiny bit. He gave her a perplexed look. "Aren't you supposed to be working though?"

Eileen shrugged.

"One dance with a guy I like won't kill my boss."