Andy sat on a plush sofa, nursing a Red Bull with vodka and watching the glass-caged go-go dancers dressed as fetish characters gyrate to the beat. The dance floor was far too crowded, and he wasn't quite far gone enough to enjoy dancing, unlike his other friends who were busy getting groovy, or whatever people called it, with the other Goths, at this freakish little club he was attending.
Meagan, his beautiful busty friend he had lusted after for months, was getting freaky with a man painted like a zombie. Andy took a swig of his drink and half-smiled. Little did his friend's undead partner know that Meagan was a serious gamer, and relieved the pent-up stress of her busy schedule as a programming student by killing hordes of his ghoulish brethren. Zombie boy was really getting into the music, which was kind of pathetic since the DJ sucked. Meagan was enjoying herself too, busting out moves that Andy didn't know she had in her. Up until a week ago, their relationship had been all about bloody video games and weird pizza toppings, so it was strange to think of her doing almost normal things like dancing.
Andy's two best friends, Greg and Sarah, were also on the dance floor. They were a swinger couple who were known for being rather outgoing, especially any place there was booze and music. Everyone knew staying after midnight at the apartment they shared was taken as an offer for group sex. It was posted on their refrigerator with the other house rules: "no boots on the sofa" and "if you're offered a drink, drink it." Andy had made it a point to always be out the door at 11:55, not that he wasn't tempted, Sarah was a lovely seductive woman. Greg wasn't that scary either, as men went, but Andy was interested in intimacy in sex, and being a third wheel just didn't cut it.
Not surprisingly, Greg and Sarah were dancing separately; they seemed to always pick at random whether to appear to be a couple in public or not. It was something Andy never could comprehend. Sarah was wearing a slinky black dress with platform boots that made her over 6 feet tall, with legs from here to the next zip code. Her well-toned thigh was mostly visible due to a rather large slit in her costume. Her bare shoulders showed off her ample cleavage as well as the seven-pointed star tattoo inked on her left scapula. She wasn't exactly inviting people to dance with her, but she wasn't really holding them away either.
Greg, who was tall enough and skinny enough to be a male model, was in a world of his own. Two different women and a gay couple both tried to join him, and were immediately put off by his total arrogant indifference. Andy couldn't help it; he chuckled. Greg could really be a self-absorbed jerk sometimes and there was really nothing you could do about it. That was the main reason Andy and Greg weren't closer, that and the fact that Greg seemed a little too interested in Meagan.
