Chapter 6: Meeting the Guys
It took me a few minutes to find Claire in the crowded darkness of the club. The air was filled with neon lights, loud music and the smell of alcohol. People were drinking and dancing with abandon, washing off the weight of a long work week and the bitter cold that waited outside. She was near the bar, waiting for a set of shots for her friends.
'Claire!'
She turned, beaming with excitement. Her comfortable hoodie was replaced by a ferocious black biker jacket, complete with a threatening amount of metal clasps and small spikes.
'Matt! Hey, buddy!'
She gave a hug, nearly spilling half a shot of tequila on my shoulder. I felt her warmth through two layers of fabric. It was a good feeling, the like I needed today. Suddenly, I felt electric.
'So what do you think?!'
Claire waved at the band, spilling the rest of her tequila.
I wasn't good with modern music, so it took me a while to find a melody in the disjointed clatter of their song. The style, if there was any, was eclectic at best, although they committed to it with such enthusiasm that I was tempted to believe that this type of musical mess was in high fashion these days.
'It's... interesting.'
Claire laughed.
'It's shit! They're horrible!'