It was the fourth night in a row we had done this. It's always the same routine: go to the club around midnight, get drunk off our asses, and then go home and crash around three in the morning. Shit, I was actually getting tired of doing the same shit every night. It's not that it was a boring routine; it was damn exciting. But waking up with a hangover the size of fucking China was really starting to piss me off. Matt seemed fine with it, but then again, Matt was fine with pretty much anything. All he did was get up, make breakfast, and then retreat to his video game world.
I couldn't stand the monotony any longer; Matt and I were leaving the club early tonight and going on an adventure. I didn't even care where, I just had to do something other than listen to that god-awful club music and be surrounded by assholes who come to the club drunk just to get totally, black-out worthy smashed. What idiots. Not to say Matt and me don't go a little bit overboard sometimes and wake up not even remembering what went on the night before...hell that happened more times than I would care to remember.
"Mels are you coming or what?" Matt called from up ahead.
We were on our way to the club we had gone to the last four nights; Club Metrocyde. What the name meant was beyond me. The only reason we went there was because of-well two reasons actually. The first was that it was two blocks away from our apartment in LA, and the second was that the owner knew Matt and me and didn't give a damn if we drank. Legally speaking, Matt and I were both under 21 and couldn't legally drink, but hell, what hadn't Matt and I done?
I caught up with Matt who was a few yards ahead of me and grabbed his arm to stop him from entering the club. "Matt, let's skip the club tonight."
He had a puzzled look on his face. I could see him raising an eyebrow even through his orange-lensed goggles.
I smirked and suggested, "We did this same exact thing the last four nights. Let's do something else."
"So you don't like getting drunk off your ass with me and then waking up feeling like you got hit by a truck?" Matt asked hopefully. He looked disappointed that I suggested we change routines for tonight; was it really that much fun?
I rolled my eyes and let out an exaggerated sigh before sarcastically saying, "Getting totally wasted with you is the fucking best thing in the world Matt, even better than chocolate. Happy now? Let's just hang out outside the club tonight. There should be enough entertainment with all of the drunken assholes there."
"Sounds good. This way, I can play my DS without having to worry about some incoherent bastard either stealing it or breaking it." Matt ran ahead of me and planted himself on the curb outside of the club. Geez Matt, it's not a movie theater; nobody gives a damn if you sit there.
I didn't bother rushing to catch up with Matt because I knew that my seat would still be there if I took a detour to France. When I finally did reach Matt and sat down next to him, he was already busy clacking away at his Nintendo DS. Well, at least he was having fun.
What seemed like an hour went by and the only entertainment we had-well I had, was when a drunken man in his late 70's wandered out of the club and tried to seduce Matt in exchange for his DS. Matt apparently didn't find it as funny as I did though; he was about to beat the shit out the old man before I grabbed Matt's shoulders and pulled him back onto the curb.
Another hour went by and nothing else entertaining had happened. I was beginning to wonder if my idea was totally screwed up. This was my idea of fun? Argh! I would have had more fun in the damn club. I couldn't stand another minute of total boredom so I stood up and yanked Matt onto his feet.
"What the hell Mello? It's only two; we always stay out til three." Matt asked me disappointedly.
Ordinarily I would have stayed, but I was calling the shots tonight. "We're leaving early Matt."
