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ME: Worth the sacrifice.
My thoughts snap back to present at the sound of Nico’s voice. “Does this mean we get to call himCaptainCaveman Cody?” I burst out laughing.
“That sounds like a bad pornstar name.” Swinging the equipment bag over my shoulder, I drop my voice to a low octave.
“Caveman Cody hungry. He see woman. He want woman.” Chuckling, Nico shakes his head at my spot-on impression.
“I’ll always be surprised you didn’t become a drama major.”
“Dude. How many drama majors do you know get laid?”
“Good point.” We start heading towards the changerooms when Cody comes running up behind us.
“Wes, can I talk to you for a moment?” Shit. I hope he didn’t overhear my imitation of his pre-historic self.
“Sure.” I slow down, already praying the punishment won’t be more than five laps. There’s got to be points for imagination, right?
“What are you doing tonight?” The question takes me by surprise, and it takes me a moment not to blurt outWes party. Wes meet woman. Wes want woman.
“Well, a girl in my finance class was throwing a party that I was thinking of… I mean, it was a pretty loose invitation, so if you want to hang tonight, I’m cool.” Cody does not realize the sacrifice I just made.
The party is being hosted by a bombshell blonde with the nicest ass. She already told me where I could meet her for the privateparty, if you know what I mean. But hey, if my captain is feeling lonely, then I am happy to keep the guy company.
“Er, thank you for the offer but I was going to ask if you were attending the Punk Rockers event tonight.” Huh. So, not the lonely vibes I thought.
“Punk Rockers event. You mean like a club?” My earlier caveman impression has come back to haunt me. My brain feels dense as a rock.
No wonder Darwin’s theory worked so well.
“Ya, the club Punk Rockers is hosting their first event tonight. I’m not a member but both Stella and Trip are going, so I was just thinking if you were planning on going as well, then I would be happy to keep you company.”
My neurons are starting to fire again, and I’m detecting a strategic conversation technique going on here. My captain needs a wingman but doesn’t want to ask out loud.
“Cap, I got you. You don’t need to worry about anything, okay? I’ll be right by your side thewholetime.” I throw him a wink Will Ferrell style, so he knows I’m on his radar.
Giving me a confused look, Cody nods, “Right. I’ll let Stella know you agreed to tag along then.” Feeling like a proud dad, I clap my hand on his shoulder.
“This is going to be great, Cap. I canfeelit.”
Chapter 12
Lou
The only thing worse than letting Stella pick out my outfit? Letting Stella pick out my costume.
That’s right. Costume. As in material worn to resemble someone else. As in showing up to the first club event looking like a rocker chick from the eighties. I don’t even want to know where Stella found our matching leather pantsuits. Or how much hair spray is currently holding my ‘fro in place.
The one thing Idoknow is I’m going to need scissors to get these pants off by the end of the night. Oh, and about a pound of conditioner if I ever want to thinkabout brushing my hair again.
“Oh my gosh, they went all out!” Stella’s excited squeal cuts through my thoughts as we approach the bar hosting the club opener. Banners have been hung outside the entrance, loudly blaring PUNK ROCKERS WELCOME! on either side of the door. Students stream into the building, all wearing various degrees of costume. Most are sporting a leather jacket or vintage concert shirt of some kind, while others are in full rockstar mode: big hair, tight pants, and lots of eyeliner.
For a minute I forget I am one of the wannabe rockers until the bouncer compliments Stella’s leather-clad efforts.
“Not many people can pull off matching pantsuits, but you ladies do it well.” Passing back our IDs, Stella grabs them and throws him a wink in response. I would say he’s around our age, but the dark sunglasses make it hard to tell. Anywhere between twenty and forty is probably a safe bet.
“Is it legal for bouncers to hit on patrons?” I muse the question out loud as we walk into the crowded bar.
“The better question is, who here is hot enough to makeyoucommit a felony tonight?” Before I have a chance to respond, Stella gasps and pulls me to a halt.
