Road Workin' (Part 3)

Trisha hurried down, to the lobby as if being chased by something. She was sort of restless, but relieved when she saw Leo standing close to the wall. Surprisingly, Tracy was standing too, much her pose was rigid, and she was sort of scared.

“Hey. Are you coming too?” Trisha approached them and pictured Beth, so alone in the upstairs room. Whatever. I asked her, and she didn’t want to come, she thought and declared herself not as guilty. She had imagined that Beth and Tracy would stay and talk of boredom, but now that Tracy was here, she was sort of angry, and sad for Beth.

“I wasn’t as tired. Plus, it’s nice, to walk around and get to know the place.” She shrugged. Right. Trisha tried hard not to mock. She had never been close to Tracy, thinking of her to be incredibly innocent, with typical piggy tails and pink flowery dresses and leather shoes. It was pathetic, and it seemed like she was becoming just a bit more. Tourism.

“Yeah, cool.” Trisha hate hypocrisy, and yet there she was, her tone of voice incredibly mean. Leo removed his always-playing iPod, and opened the door, and gestured the ladies to head outside.

The climate was nothing to worry about. It wasn’t chilly, and not so hot. It seemed, though, the crowd had gotten denser, and people were walking everywhere, and for a second, Trisha doubted. When she had entered her room, the bed was okay, and there was a small T.V., and a desk and everything. And though the floor was cold and colourless, it was provocative. Perhaps it was wiser to go back inside, and hide or something. Because Tracy was coming along too. And Leo, he wouldn’t really care. But then Trisha reminded herself of who she was, and how she always wanted to do something, and her love for partying. This was not exactly Las Vegas or anything, but there were various songs playing in the background, and despite all the noise and commotion, Trisha tried to guess where the sound, the most appealing, was coming from, and she started walking.

The noise got louder, and then there was this sign, and it called their attention, and Trisha stopped and she was excited. Tons of people were coming inside, and yet the size of the thing wasn’t that big. It was a club, that was for sure. People just their age were partying inside and Trisha turned to face scared Tracy and bored Leo. “Come on!” she took out some money, as if gesturing Tracy and Leo to do the same. “Are we going in?!” Tracy shouted, and it was still difficult to hear her out; a new song had started, and it was much louder, and it seemed as if it was motivating people even more, to dancing, to shouting. “Yes!!” Trisha said, rolling her eyes and minding that she had to state the obvious. She grabbed Leo’s hand and led him towards the entrance, packed up with people. Tracy was catching before they went inside. She was sort of trembling, and Trisha could tell she was not so sure about all this. She might as well go back with Beth, she thought. But an anxious man insisted for her to pay, and then she was dragged inside, where there were lights and music, much more louder. She always got so excited and happy, about to dance, no matter place or companions.