"What do you want?" I halfway grumble.
"We are going clubbin tonight."
"No... no we are not. I'm kickin back rea...."
"Yes... yes we are. I'm sick of you being boring and sick of being the one with all the stories"
"Yes I totally agree, I'm sick of your stories too." I don't say but want to. "Look I've had an insane day and I'm ready for it to be done."
"So is the widdle boy gonna stay home? I bet you're sitting in your underwear on the couch staring at a playboy with one hand down your pants."
"Nope, lazyboy with a pop..."
"Yeah, don't care." He interrupts. What I do care about is how you are going to be ready to go out in about 3 seconds."
"wha.. " Knock Knock. You have got to be friggin kidding me. I answer the door (against everything telling me not to).
"What, you're not ready? Don't you listen to me?" he says actually sounding hurt.
"Dude, why are we friends again?"
"Yin and Yang man, Yin and Yang." He responds as he heads to my closet. "Now lets see if I can make you look like something else besides death.
Rain batters his windshield as we head to someplace I didn't really want to go anyway. My legs are still sore from running all around the damn office building and they impolitely announce their displeasure with every minute that passes. "I'd say thanks for getting me out of the apartment, if I was thankful. Where are you taking me?" I ask while rubbing my shins.
"Like I said... clubbing." He answers with a half a lip curled. "Are you deaf?"
"No, I just hoped you stuttered."
"Tt-t-t-t-th--en we-we-we are hee-ere" He said as he turned into a parking lot by a building lit with neon lights.
"You are going to hell you know that jackass?"
It's hard not to get soaked as we sprint to the door. I barely look up in time to see that we jogged right by the line of people with umbrellas waiting to get in. Shit, a line in the rain? Nope. Going home now... whatthehell? I think I see Will shake hands with the bouncer as he unclips the rope and motions me inside. To late now. I walk into the blue neon glow...