Chapter 119: They're Something Else
"Let's get something to drink," he said to Courtney, leaning towards her ear, and she nodded back at him. Melvin wanted to stay away from the dance floor and the band for as long as he could. He certainly didn't need the purple-haired singer recognizing him from onstage, and he wanted to warn Bridget before she discovered who the lead singer was for herself.
Sauntering up to the bar next to Joey and Bridget, Melvin cupped a hand over Bridget's ear and whispered into it, "Check out the singer. Look familiar?"
Bridget glanced towards the stage, and her head snapped straight up like a turtle startled out of its shell. A bright, broad smile flashed across her face.
"Holy shit!" she cried cheerily. "Let's go dance!" She pulled at Joey's wrist, but he held her off with a shake of his handsome head. A mug of foamy beer was held precariously in his other hand, and an uncertain look narrowed his features.
"Not much of a dancer," he replied over the beat of the music. Melvin didn't know much about punk rock, but he could tell that the purple haired chick's band was pretty good. Everyone in the club seemed to be digging the hell out of them. Courtney stepped towards Bridget and Joey, letting go of Melvin's arm. Melvin felt a pang of disappointment as he lost contact with her.
"I'll go with you," she offered, looking questioningly at Melvin.
"Yeah, sure. Go with Courtney," Melvin said to Bridget, and the two women scurried to the dance floor, Bridget's arm wrapped around Courtney's trim waist. Melvin and Joey watched as they began to dance with one another, Bridget gliding behind Courtney and placing her hands on the young redhead's hips as she pressed into the back Courtney's body with her own.
"They're something else," Joey said and brought the mug of beer to his mouth for a long swig. He smacked his lips approvingly, trying not to be too obvious about the mental visualization he was having of the two women together... naked... touching each other... a tingly shiver tickled up his spine.
"You better believe it," Melvin said in reply and turned to order a beer. He wasn't normally a drinker but tonight was a special occasion. Things seemed to be going pretty smoothly, and they hadn't seen any sign of Abigail all evening. Maybe Richie had been exaggerating about her desire to hunt Melvin down.
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