Taking a Bite from the Big Apple (Complete)

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The five left the apartment and walked the short distance to the club, the bouncer letting them straight away, forgoing having to wait in line.

Kevin was pulled onto the dance floor straight away by some guy he apparently knew and Fangs grabbed Toni.

“We’ll get drinks! Go find us a sofa!” he yelled as he dragged the brunette towards the bar.

Joaquin turned to Cheryl, who was looking around in awe, the dance floor filled with people, music and lights flooding the room.

“First timer?”

Cheryl turned at the voice and nodded shyly. Joaquin smiled back and nodded into the large room.

“This is a nice place. C’mon, we’ll go find somewhere to sit.”

Cheryl followed Joaquin to the other end of the room where there were two empty sofas. He sat on one and indicated for Cheryl to sit on the other, before pointing behind at the wall directly the redhead.

“Coyote Toni, if you wanna see,” Joaquin smiled, “Nothing you haven’t already seen I’m guessing, but still.”

Cheryl gave a small smile and shook her head.

“Not you too! I thought I had a blushing partner for when our peoples go of with their banter.”

Joaquin grinned.

“You do. But I know if you look at those photos when Fangs is here, he’ll say even worse stuff.”

Cheryl nodded her head and matched the boy’s grin.

“You logic is flawless” she said before turning her knees into the sofa.

She looked at the two large frames that were hung there, both with a collage of different photos. She looked through, smiling randomly when a funny picture caught her eye until, on the second frame, dead centre there were four cut out images, lost in the rest, of Toni: in the middle of a body roll on top of the bar; holding a bottle of some alcohol over a woman’s mouth, letting it flow in freely; then the next one in the sequence, the next one made her gulp as it was taken just after Toni had taken her shirt off, with swinging it mid-air, like she was about to throw it into the crowd. Cheryl glanced at the next photo; the brunette had her crumpled shirt back on with a giddy/drunken smile and was blowing a kiss to the camera. She smiled at seeing her girlfriend happy, no matter the situation and sank back into sofa.

“Those are cool,” she said, trying to sound detached, before deciding to change the subject, “You’re classes going well?”

Meanwhile, at the bar, Fangs was waiting to catch the bartender’s attention and spun around on a stool there, while Toni giggled. He eventually got his eye and ordered.

“Uh, appletini, light beer and…”

“Two citrus cocktails, please,” Toni finished.

“Speaking of virgins…” Fangs started, as the bartender went about making the drinks, but was cut off by Toni.

“We weren’t talking about virgins.”

“You ordered virgin cocktails, stay with me here, babe. So, speaking of virgins…it seems my little Toni isn’t one any longer.”

“I don’t kiss and tell,” Toni said sweetly.

“Yes you do. You’ve always kissed and told. Why is now different?”

“’Cause she’s different. She’s special… I want to be special to her…and I think I am, you know? It’s not just physical, I really think I could fall in love with her. I think…I think I am falling in love with her.”