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within
five minutes of meeting me.”
    Chris
shakes his head. “Dude, I still can’t believe you rejected her over that. She
had a perfect ass, perfect tits … she was gorgeous!”
    “Gorgeous,
but not my type. Anyway …" I pin him with a glare. “We going to my brother’s
gig or what?”
    Chris
pauses the game again and looks back with a raised eyebrow. “What? You still
wanna go? It’s almost midnight, and I gotta get ready. By the time we get down
there it’ll almost be closing time.”
    I
shrug and head for the stairs. “Well, if nothing else, I can see my brother
again. Look, if you don’t wanna go, that’s cool.”
    “Ehh
…"
    I
give him time to think about it while I hop in the shower, shave, and go
through my closet for some decent club wear—a gray button-down shirt, black
pants, and some matching shoes. Returning to the living room, I find Chris
still on the couch in his T-shirt and boxers. There’s a ticket on the arm of
the couch with a sticky note with my name written on it. Frowning, I swipe it
and head to the kitchen. Guess he made his decision.
    “Later,
man,” Chris calls as I grab my motorcycle jacket off the back of one of the
kitchen chairs.
     
    * * *
     
    Downtown Seattle, at Club 88, cars are parked everywhere,
including in the designated overflow lot. I glimpse the hood of Kevin’s black
hatchback sports car, which is parked behind the building. It’s great to see
that Big Bro has a full crowd tonight. I park in a space far too small for a
car, but perfect for my bike. I take off my gear, set it atop the bike seat,
and smooth out my clothes. I don’t know why I got this dressed up when I only
intend to see my brother. I haven’t seen him in a couple of months.
    Approaching
the entrance, I hear Kevin’s house music thumping. I show my ticket and
driver’s license to the bouncer standing outside, and he lets me in. Strobe
lights and fog welcome me as I enter. The place is packed. People are dancing
amid the swirling, sparkling lights of mirror balls. Off to one side is a bar
with hot chicks in skimpy outfits serving drinks. I look beyond the dance floor
to the stage, where Kevin is manning his deejay station. He has a pair of thick
headphones around his neck, and he’s busily working the upbeat house tunes,
spinning vinyls like the pro he is. He’s one of the few deejays around these days
who still works in vinyl.
    As
I watch my brother do his thing, dancers bump and jostle me. Some apologize,
while others are completely oblivious. I’m not mad; it’s a club, after all, and
I’m not in the mood to start a fight.
    I
head to the bar and order a rum ’n Coke. Drink in hand, I weave through the
crowd and find a vacant seat on a white couch against the wall. The couch faces
the stage, giving me a pretty good view of Kevin. I take a long sip of my drink
and bob my head to the music.
    From
the corner of my eye, I see a group of girls start to meander toward me. I
don’t acknowledge them. One of them, however, gets bold and walks by me,
bumping my leg with hers, probably deliberately. She’s dressed in a short,
skintight, cherry-red dress with a neckline that shows off every bit of her big
tits. I’m sure if Chris were here, he’d be all over her.
    Though
Red is still near, I casually swirl my drink as I watch the stage. She finally
plops down next to me on the couch. She smells sweet, like roses. But while she
looks and smells good, I’m not interested.
    Red
crosses her legs, and the bottom of the dress hikes up her thigh about five
more inches. “What are you drinking?” she asks.
    I
take another sip, pretending to be oblivious to her bait. “Rum ’n Coke.”
    She
leans over like she’s about to whisper in my ear, but I can tell it’s really to
show off her goods.
    And
I can’t help but look. Are those even
real?
    “You
should do a boilermaker,” she says.
    “Naw,
I gotta drive tonight.”
    Nearby,
Red’s group of girlfriends giggle and talk to each other, all the