Chapter 9

“Hmmmm, someone’s got his eye on the new owner…or wait! Is it the grunge looking guy next to him?!” Sam sidled up to Trevor’s side. “It’s okay, I like to look at him, but he’s really not my type.” Sambeing Sam whistled to a guy walking to the dance floor. “Sexy Back” was blaring through the speakers, and instead of waiting for Trevor to move, Sam climbed over Trevor’s lap to get out of the booth as fastas he could and went out on the dance floor, grabbing two dancers and grinding with them. Shortly after Mitchell and Gabe both pleaded with their eyes to dance when their favorite slow song came on. Trevor was fine with it, and they knew it. They could catch up later.

“Go! I’ll wait for our drinks.” Trevor hugged them both as they went out onto the dance floor. He grabbed his sketch pad and looked around for some inspiration.

“All alone?” An older guy with a comb-over and a seventies outfit seated himself across from Trevor in the booth.