OK, maybe Derrick got talked into it. But it was killing him, being inside..all the time with Megan. Sure, he loved her, but they were making each other crazy.
Of course, it wasn't like he'd left her at home when he said he'd go out to the bar or was it a club? With Timo. It was the three of them. Actually, it didn't bother him, in the least, that Timo didn't have a date. He thought he might be Timo's wing man. Or something like that. He was pretty sure Timo would pick up someone. As friendly as he was.
"You wouldn't leave us here, now would you?" Yes, Derrick was still a little scared about the whole New Yorker living it up thing. He read I JUST WANT MY PANTS BACK. Naturally, he kept Megan close, who was taking it all in. She didn't say a word in fact, which surprised him.
"You know, just a few drinks. Scope it out. Its not like I'm trying to steal your credit card or anything." Timo joked, but Derrick became all the more timid in the crowded settings they got into. Narrow establishments, packed to the gills. For a moment, Derrick thought he might pick up something contagious. This might not have been a good idea.
"You gotta light'n up, man." Still Timo was grinning as he went off to take Megan dancing. Derrick gave him the eye. Was he trying to steal Megan away?
Finally, they made it back to him after a good twenty minutes. Derrick's head was left hanging with defeat or maybe deafness.
"Jesus, you are the iceman." Timo shook his head and popped a pill right in Derrick's mouth. It was long gone down his throat before he knew what happened. "Are you coming or not?"
But Derrick could barely hear him over the music and the lights would go dark then bright red. He stumbled into the dance floor taking his chances. This was having fun.