"Any plans for tonight," Alex asked Huff as they broke from muster.
"Don't know," he replied, "I might go to a club."
"I didn't know you were 21," she laughed.
"I'm not 21," he replied.
"Shut up," she said back.
"Okay," he laughed, "I am."
"What club," she asked.
"It's near downtown," he replied.
"Cool," she replied, "I may catch a movie down there."
"Maybe we'll run across each other," he smiled.
"Maybe," she laughed as they split up and went to there respective berths.
Alex dressed particularly well that night. She threw on her good sweater and jeans. And she put on the new pair of skimmer shoes she had purchased at the Navy Exchange a few days earlier. She took the trolley downtown and had dinner and watched a movie. She got a few stares but nothing more. It seemed like no one wanted her. She ended up walking all the way up Fifth Avenue. She started to notice rainbow flags and a few other things that were different. She soon realized she was in Hillcrest. She hadn't been there since her unfortunate encounter with Watson. She felt a bit out of place. She had gotten much more feminine since that encounter and let her hair grow out a bit more. She liked looking more like a girl. She noticed a few guys holding hands and a few girls looking at her, this didn't seem to phase her. She started looking into the clubs and saw the people dancing and having a good time. She wanted to get into one. She passed a club called "Digits" when she heard her name.
"Lundz," a male voice called out.
She looked around and didn't see anyone. She looked towards the clubs and couldn't find the person.
"Lundz," he called out again.
She looked towards the Digits place and noticed Huff on the patio area looking towards her.
"Oh my god," Alex said loudly as she walked up to him.
"How are you," he asked as he leaned over the railing to give her a hug.
"What are you doing here," she asked.
"What does it look like," he laughed.
"I see," she replied as she looked into the club.
"I'll get you in," he said.
"How," she replied.
"I know the bouncer," he smiled.
"Okay," she replied.
She waited on the sidewalk as Huff walked to the bouncer. They exchanged a few words and the bouncer signaled for her to come over. She walked up to him and pulled out her ID. The bouncer barely looked at it and quickly instructed her to turn her right wrist over. She complied and he stamped it.
"I can't believe you made it," he smiled.
"I didn't think I was going to come here," she smiled.
"Either way," he replied.
"Well," she laughed, "what are you doing here?"
Alex looked around and saw nothing but men dancing with each other and no other women. Huff looked a million miles away from the way he looked on the ship. He was dressed extremely well and had a nice shirt on. His jeans were not regulation and he couldn't have been let off the ship like that. The house music gripped her and she looked Huff in the eye.
"Oh my god," she started, " you're a fa....!"
"What were you going to say," he smiled.
"You're a fag," she said sounding bad.
"Duh," he smiled, "still that word really isn't accepted."
"I should've known," she smiled, "my brother's gay well, he's bi, well he likes me, never mind."
"It's all good," he laughed, "want a shot?"
"Yeah," she replied.
He walked off and she stood a few feet away from the bar as he got two shots. She saw a big older guy look towards Huff. He walked up to him and they began to talk. Huff seemed happy and smiled a couple of times. The big guy paid for the drinks and walked the shots over to Alex.
"This is George," Huff said as he handed her the drink.
"I'm Alex," she said to George.
"Hey," George replied, "Nice to meet you."
The three took their shots and put them down on a table near them.
"If you want anything just tell them it's under George at the bar," he said to Huff and Alex.
"Thanks," Alex replied, "is a long island okay?"
"Whatever you want," he smiled.
"Thanks," she replied.
"We're gonna go dance," Huff said as George grabbed his hand and led him to the dance floor.
"Just leave me here," she said to herself.
She walked to the bar and ordered a Long Island ice tea and walked her way back to the dance floor. She really didn't like the music and only seemed to enjoy her drink. It was strong and it was good that she was able to drink underage. She grabbed a second drink and went back to the dance floor.
Alex danced with a few guys throughout the night. They all seemed obsessed with her breasts. She didn't know what to do. One guy grabbed them and she decided to go with it. Another guy asked and she had an idea.
"Let's go to the bathroom," she said loudly to the guy.
"Good," he said in a lisp.
She grabbed his hand and took him to the men's bathroom. She barged in and found the bathroom was full. She got a few looks but just went with it. She planted herself against the wall and lifted her sweater up and pulled her breasts out of her bra.
"Feel free," she smiled.
He awkwardly grabbed her breasts and pinched her nipples. He had no idea what he was doing. Eventually he stopped and walked off. But soon a few guys began to feel her up and play with her boobs. She wondered how many of them were turned on. Or if it was some obsession that gay men had with breasts. Eventually Huff came into the bathroom.
"We're heading back to George's house," he said in one quick breath.
"What's going on there," she asked.
"What do you think," he replied.
"Oh," she smiled.
"Nice breasts," he laughed, "mind if I?"
"Go ahead."
After he grabbed her breasts for a few seconds before she lowered her shirt and fixed her bra. Huff took Alex outside where they found George waiting.
"What time is it," Alex asked.
"Almost one thirty," Huff replied.
A taxi soon arrived and Alex found herself in the front seat. George told the driver the destination and piled in the back with Huff. Alex looked in the rear view mirror and watched them kissing.
"This is not the weirdest trip I've made tonight," the driver said in an Eastern European accent.
