(Boy) Man Next Door

Chapter five

The drive to Marquee was quick and filled with laughable moments within the limo. Gary and Marcus had begun showing how intoxicated they were by playfully fighting for Rebecca's attention. The loud giggles rang loudly throughout the car whenever either one made an attempts of a joke. Meanwhile, Laura was busily making out with Evan, who was caressing her and held her atop his lap possessively. Sam, who sat beside the couple, found herself pushed into the furthest reaches of the car to stop herself from getting in their way too much. She was sure they were oblivious to anyone inside the limo, understandably wrapped around each other as it was.

The ride thankfully was short but awkward for Sam and she was thankfully when the driver stopped. They pulled onto the curb where a large movie billboard light the night with the words Marquee across them. A long line of people dressed in all sorts of fancy high end clothing stood waiting to be let in, behind a large thick red velvet rope, guarded by two large bulking men dressed in tight black t-shirts, high-end jeans and or leather pants and shades. Each had a small microphone connected to one ear and neither looked very friendly. Sam was sure that that was the point in their bulking figures and crossed bulging arms. The music within Marquee was noticeable even from the curb and the people animated and ready to party.

Sam marveled at the sight of one of New York's finer clubs as Evan pulled the door open for Laura and herself as they got out one by one. A row of cars lined behind them, the others from the stag party already pulling up. Greg exited the car, sighting Sam and wishing nothing more than to lead her inside, he allowed his friend to drive his expensive car into a proper parking spot for him. He made his way to her, rounding the limo and stalking onto the street as Sam's group of six walked over to the long line of people waiting to get inside the club. A few of his party, those not driving, followed behind him quickly, joining Sam's group.

Laura's arms were wrapped around Evan, but, she managed to steer him up towards the front of line easily, the others walking unperturbed behind the clear leader as she laughed and smiled up at the scary looking guard for a moment. The line of people watched as the guard uncrossed his arms and Laura whispered something into his ear, before he unhooked the rope for her and ushered the party inside. The loud outcry of annoyance from the people still waiting in line was audible to Sam, but, she tried her best to ignore it as Greg steered her inside, his own party right behind him, or at least some of them were.

Their group consisted of about a dozen people and they walked through the darkly light halls, some light on their feet, others slightly tipsy, laughing, or excitedly speaking with one another. Sam glared around her, taking in the dark halls, and large jumbled letters of the club they passed, listening to the loud music that vibrated against the walls around them as they made their way into the hall together. She did not ignore the hand lightly resting on her spine, pushing her forward. Her whole body light up with emotional nervousness at the feel of his long fingers and urgent push or pull beside him.

Somehow he nerve noticed her pale face or fast paced heartbeat, too busy laughing and talking to some of his friends, the few who can still manage to speak without slurring that is. Once they reached the large entrance into the actual brightly neon light club floor, another large man stood in the entre way and pulled the doors open for them swiftly. Almost too quickly the music blared all around them and the hall was exposed and magnified by its largeness. Sam's eyes circled the beautiful hall in amazement as the group pushed forward.

Laura leaned against Evan's arm as she craned her neck back to sight her little cousin's astonished expression. She grinned as she pulled her boyfriend to a stop and waited until Sam was close enough to lean in and yell (the music more than loud enough to block normal chatter) into her ear.