Chapter 12

It was a madhouse in there. We looked at each other and probably wondered what on earth we had gotten ourselves into. With the bar as our goal, we pushed our way through the crowd, and once there I ordered the same beer we’d had over at Xavier’s apartment the week before.

I leaned close and shouted in his ear, “Is it like you remember? The people and the music?”

He turned his head to yell back in my ear, “Yes, it is. But I forgot how loud it could be.”

I yelled back at him, “Must be gettin’ old, man.” He punched me in the shoulder. I rubbed the spot, pretending to be hurt. Before I could respond, a cute little twink, couldn’t be more than twenty-one years old, came up to him, and asked for a dance. I could tell my cohort wasn’t really that impressed, but he went anyway and left his beer for me to keep an eye on.