Lamia's Dream

Chapter 29

"Pop your collar!"

"No way, it looks stupid," I said, fiddling with the collar on my polo.

"No, leave it!" Samantha said.

"Samantha, move your giant hands so I can see," Valerie shouted from the front.

She examined me through the rear view mirror.  "Miles!  I like it! It's cute!"

"Too bad," I said, firmly folding it down.

The girls got me to wear this stupid visor.  No way was I popping my collar, too. 

Valerie parallel parked behind a car that looked similar to Malik’s.

"You're no fun," Samantha teased, her tone admitting defeat.

"Let's go inside already," Alexandra suggested.

We were headed for a theme party:  Golf Pro’s and Tennis something or other.  The girls wore sleeveless tops and skirts and, as with everything they wore, they looked exquisite.   I was decked out in a golf polo- with the collar down.  Valerie and I wore matching visors. 

The stars glowed down on us with envy. Warm night air blew past us.  The thumping bass of a subwoofer greeted us at the door. 

“Girls- and Miles- I’m going upstairs to see a friend,” Samantha said, once inside.

Valerie howled playfully. 

On our way down the hall, we caught sight of Lynn.  Her tennis uniform looked more like a halter top and her skirt provided a stunning view.  She stumbled a little when she walked.

"Heeey, ladies," Lynn greeted us.  She took a sip of one red cup and held a second in her hand. 

"Have a drink."

"No way, I'm driving," Valerie said.

Alexandra denied it also.

"Miles?"

“Is it soda?”

Lynn looked down into the cup, and then smiled wickedly.  “Sure, it’s soda.”

I knew it wasn’t.  But I couldn’t think of a tactful way to turn her down. 

"Babe, isn’t that mine?" Malik said, taking the drink from her.  Malik wore two neon polo shirts.  Both collars were popped.

“Haha, that’s right,” she replied.

“They’re strict on booze,” Malik explained.   “Apparently, they only got one case, so tennis and football players only.”

“I played football,” I reminded him.

“I think you’re the wrong kind of football player.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Malik shrugged.  “You don’t drink anyway.  There’s some soda in the kitchen.  Come on, babe, Samantha and Tatiana are waiting upstairs.”

“Why are they upstairs?  The dance floor is back that way,” Lynn complained.

I entertained the thought of the ever-so-classy Lynn climbing on top of the table and putting on a show.  She was probably tipsy enough to do something so reckless.

Valerie, Alexandra, and I continued down the hallway, toward the music’s point of origin.  Several bottles of Coke products amassed the kitchen table.  Some were half-full, some empty, a few lied sideways.  Off to the left people were dancing.  It appeared all the furniture had been removed from the living room for more space.  All of the lights in that room were off, except for a random black light some guy was waving.  In the entrance to that room, a guy leaned against the wall with a case of beer.