ToXic Rain

1

"Come hang out with Frankie and me tonight," Trace said, over the phone.

"Why?"

"Because whenever we ask, you always make an excuse not to go."

"Maybe I have other things planned, you don't know if I do or not," Mason says, as he paces back and forth.

"Well do you?"

"No, but that doesn't mean I will go hang out with you two. What are you doing tonight anyway?"

"Going to one of Frankie's friends newish nightclub. Come on Mason, it will be lots of fun, I promise."

"I guess so! Text me the address and I'll meet you there at 8pm."

"Okay, see ya later."

Mason hung up, and put his phone in his pants pocket. He was already half dressed for going out, so he didn't really need to change anything except his shirt. After changing into a new shirt, he checked his phone for Trace's text.

Mason had about an hour and a half before he needed to leave. Nothing to do until then, which was boring, so he put his shoes on and grabbed his keys. Taking a drive seemed perfect to Mason.

Mason made his way downstairs, and out to his car. He got in and buckled up. Moments later he was on the road. He cranked up the radio and got lost in the music as he was driving.

After driving for awhile, Mason stopped somewhere for gas. He was close to where Trace said the club was, so he decided to just head over there a bit early.

Mason: (text) Hey Trace, I'm at the club, where are you and Frankie?

Trace: On our way, be there in like 15 minutes.

Mason: Okay, see ya in a bit.

Mason unbuckled his seatbelt, and turned the radio down. He decided to lurk around on Twitter for a bit. Not much was going on, except Trace tweeting to some girl who said they were on the VIP list. Mason wasn't sure what that was about.

Moments later Frankie was pulling into the parking lot next to Mason's car. They all got out, and proceeded to the front of the club. They walked in, and immediately  they could here some random EBM song playing.

"Cover charge is 20 bucks each," The guy behind the small counter said to Trace, Frankie and Mason.

"Nova said we were on the VIP list," Trace spoke up.

"Names?"

"Trace Cyrus, Frankie Moreno and Mason Musso."

The guy looks at the VIP list, then nods. He lets them in, and goes back behind the counter. As they walk further inside, neon and black lights flash around as girls dance in cages, high up in random places around the whole place.

Frankie walks over to the bar, immediately greeted by a tall girl with a rainbow of colors in her hair. From the looks of it, she had what looked like tubes in her hair as well.

"Danika!" Frankie shouted over the music. "Hey!"

"FRANKIE!!!!" Danika screamed. It had been too long since they last saw each other. "You're back, yay."

"I brought my friends along. This is Mason, and you know Trace."

"Hi Trace, didn't bring your girlfriend this time?"

"She's busy working on some acting thing, so no I didn't bring her."

"Too bad, I think she's pretty cool. Anyway, what brings you all here?"