"WHAT?" I called out loudly in apology.
"I said, I need another drink," Jennifer replied pressing her mouth up to my ear.
The music from the club stereo was thumping through the floor and the smoke in the air seemed to vibrate with every beat of the song. Although dimly lit, the spinning lights and lasers made the room alive with moving colour. A dry ice machine in the corner puffed clouds at random intervals into the room flooding the floor with a carpet of mist.
We were sitting in one of the cosy cubicles lining the back walls. Although anyone could easily look over the low dividers, they provided enough privacy for groups to enjoy themselves without having to mingle openly with the other guests. A white table cloth hung down almost to the floor and the long, soft chair surrounded the table almost all the way around.
"What do you want to drink?" I asked Jennifer.
"Champagne!" She replied with a smile on her face, pointing at her empty glass.
"And one for Amber as well!" She added looking over at her best friend sitting next to her.
Amber looked at me and then over to Jennifer. They both grinned and giggled nervously at each other. I stared at both of them, hoping they would let me in on what was so amusing.
"Well go on then," Amber cajoled me, waving me off with the fingertips of both hands.
I turned to Jennifer. She just smiled at me and looked over at Amber. The two of them broke into nervous giggles again.
"Hurry back honey," Jennifer said turning back to me and they both collapsed in a fit of giggles.
I was half way to the bar when I turned and looked back. The two of them were deep in feminine consultation. Amber's hand was cupped up against the side of Jennifer's head. I could see Jennifer listening intently, nodding in agreement with her friends words.
The bartender looked at me and I ordered two champagnes. She placed two thin glass flutes on the bar edge and taking each in turn, tipped them on edge, filling the glass to the top. The bubbles of the champagne settling down perfectly as I handed over a $20 bill. She took the note and fed it into the cash register. I looked at her hoping for some change, but she shook her head and smiled sweetly indicating that $20 was just perfect.
Resigned, I lifted both glasses and made my way back to the table, carefully avoiding the dancing couples on the main floor.