Me and James Evans - Chapter 12

Chapter 12: Club “Stuff”

That night I had a blast. I was wearing a beautiful metallic gold dress and I looked damn sexy, if I may say so myself. It was a slim fitting prom gown and hip hugging skirt that flared at the bottom. The material was gathered at what I guess you could call a “fake bodice” because there was a long open upside-down triangle from the center of the top of the bodice to the tapered waistline. There was beading at the bodice that acted like a mesh. It was strapless which made me so psyched. At the bottom, it was draped and all flowing!

Dylan pulled off an amazing outfit. He had on a plain white wife-beater under an open plain black button-down short-sleeved shirt and baggy jeans. He slicked his hair with water but it wouldn’t stay back. It kept falling down over his forehead in waves. He looked hot, if I may say so myself.

We got to Wind It Up and there was a relatively short line. We were behind a bunch of Dylan’s medical friends who turned and greeted us warmly. They all knew me and asked why I was there and Dylan said,

“Because I made a mistake at home and this is how I’m making it up to her.”

They didn’t ask anymore questions, just accepted us in their group of people. As we were going into the club, we had to each show an ID card. Luckily they weren’t pictured so when someone at the front of the group was deemed acceptable for entrance into the prestigious Wind It Up, they slipped their ID back to me. I looked down and it said I was 19! It was fortunate that I looked down because when I got to the bouncer, he looked at me hard in the dim street light.

Dylan was next to me the whole time to make sure everything went smoothly. He put his arm protectively around me, like a boyfriend would protect his girl.

“How old are you?” asked the bouncer suspiciously.

“19,” I said calmly. He nodded looking down at the ID in his hand. “Hold on.” He went into the club entrance hall. I looked at Dylan, worried. He was looking inside at the door just to the right of the entrance. It was labeled: SECURITY, AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY. He looked worried. His glance met mine and he smiled like he had nothing better to do than wait for them to let me in.

Finally, the bouncer came back and apologized to me for the hold up. I had noticed earlier that he had sized up Dylan, trying to determine what kind of guy would date someone who looked so young.

We were ushered in and met up with Dylan’s friends and we went into the hall that held the doors to all party rooms.

On the left side of the hallway was doors marked: ROCK, POP, WORLD MUSIC, JAZZ, FUNK, SOUL & R&B, BLUES, FOLK & BLUEGRASS, REGGAE, IRISH & CELTIC, ALTERNATIVE ROCK, and COUNTRY.

On the right side of the hallway was doors marked: TECHNO, AVANT, REGGAE/SKA, SOFT ROCK, METALLIC, LATIN, TRANCE, SKA, DISCO, REGGAETONE, and RAP & HIP-HOP.

At the very end of the hall was a door labeled: THE PIT. The Pit door lead to a huge room with an all-purpose floor mat. Tonight was boxing and I really wanted to see some of that.

Dylan and friends went into the Rap/Hip-Hop. People were on the dance floor in clusters and in couples. There was a rhythm to the room and the bass was way up so that when you walked in, your heart seemed to adjust to the bass beat. I could feel the rhythm in my chest and could see the populace on the dance floor pulsing in time to it. There were all sorts of lights: flashing lights of many colors, moving light beams, laser light, and smoke machines. In the Disco room (I was told by several wasted friends: “Dude! The lights! There are sparkling balls on the ceiling. Balls on the ceiling! Haha!”) there was a huge Disco Ball.

There was a section to the side of the dance floor, kind of walled off from the floor, where there were tables for parties who wanted to sit. The tables were made of plastic, but there was water in them and the lights at the base of the tables changed colour. The walls were even hotter: they were fish tanks. Three walls had tropical fish, (there were so many different fishes) but the wall that separated the dance floor from the table area had a shark.! It was so cool. Even the overhead lights were a luminescent blue.

I could feel a table of single guys turn their eyes on our group. Dylan immediately put his arm around my shoulders again. I have to admit, it did feel good.

We were all dancing in the middle of the dance floor, when someone taped Dylan’s shoulder. Dylan turned around and I saw him embrace a young woman. All the other interns and doctors their gathered around and said hello. It turned out that the young woman was a patient of theirs, one who almost died on the operating table.

She didn’t know I was Dylan’s sister, so she asked, “When are you two getting married?”

Keeping up the pretense that I was 19, I said, “We are getting married in 3 months. In the Virgin Islands,” I linked my arm through Dylan’s and smiled up at him. I glanced behind us at the other medical staff. They all had secret smiles and they winked at me.

The woman stuck her hand out to me and said, “Vivian Summers.” I shook it, saying, “Audrey Banks.”

Now some of them had to excuse themselves. Audrey Banks was a really funny patient that they had had recently. And lo and behold, Vivian said, “I know someone else by that name. She was really funny…Hey! She went into surgery at your hospital. Do you guys know her?”

Dylan answered that. “I operated on her. She was a hoot. But I promise that my Audrey Banks” here he gave my shoulder a squeeze “is not that Audrey Banks.” She nodded, said congratulations to us, and left.

Everyone was back now and we went to the bar where they all ordered tequila and Dylan ordered me a Sprite. I ended up convincing Dylan to get me a tequila, and he did, against his better instincts. We went to a table and sat. We all watched our tequila turn colours when they were set on the table.

Every now and again we would all crack up. It would start with just a smile and a shake of a head to getting us going. After a while, we would start crying, we were laughing so hard.

I was sitting across the table from Dylan, squeezed in between two interns, facing the door. I happened to glance up and saw Jake.