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"ALRIGHT, THAT'S IT. Everybody up, here we go."
"Why?"
"We have work to do—"
"You have got to learn to stand up for yourself sometimes, Lyle. How else are you going to live life if you're just going to be cooped up here all the time?"
"I don't think—"
"Nuh-uh, it's time for us to hit the reset button for a bit."
"But what about the app?"
"This is bigger than an app, okay? And by the way, we do have something pretty terrific behind our back pocket with that Exchangeagram. Just let it marinate."
"Oh, we're holding four aces."
"Stop saying no before you give it a chance!"
"Stop pushing!"
"Here we go, up up, time to light it up forever and never go to sleep! Let's go."
"Okay, fine, but can we talk about this 'online' and 'on the line' thing first?"
—
Billy had totally hit it off with everyone in the Chinese restaurant downtown. The customers and the restaurant staff were always laughing at something he said in fluent Chinese and the pleasant rowdy sound of it hadn't come down until the waiter stepped in to take their bill.
Billy turned back to the table when the waiter left, head ducked almost secretively when he announced, "My friend here said that there's a dance club a couple blocks away from here."
"You're shitting me." Lyle gaped at him in amazement. He clearly wasn't used to stepping out of work in the middle of the day and it was obvious that the buzzing feeling of thrill and apprehension was coursing through him in a heavy, unfamiliar mix.
"I shit you not, my friend." Billy laughed and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. He slipped the bill back on to the table and clapped a hand on Yo-Yo's back. "Come on, let's hit it!"
