“What the hell was that for?!?” Nick jumped off the couch and lunged at AJ, tackling him.
AJ slipped away from Nick and hopped over the couch, separating them. “It got you up, didn’t it?”
“Why does it matter to you if I get out or not?” Nick asked, creeping back around the couch to go after AJ again.
“Because…” AJ paused to run to the opposite side of the room by the pool table when he noticed Nick getting closer, “You don’t do anything. After shows you go back to the hotel room, when you’re home you stay in the house all the time... and you complain that you can’t find a girlfriend… you don’t meet anyone.. how the hell are you supposed to hookup?”
“Since when did my not having a girlfriend become important to you?” Nick asked, watching AJ reach for a pool cue.
“’Cause I’m tired of you bitching about it!” AJ said, ducking under the pool table.
“I do not bitch about it!” Nick said, stooping to look under the pool table, to see AJ crawling out from underneath on the other side.
“Yeah, and I don’t like girls, either.” AJ replied, flopping back onto the couch. "Did you see that "Twins Sexplay" on the Spice Channel last night? Those redheads... the tits on that one...fuck me.."
"No I didn't see it." Nick said.
"Well, it's on again tonight, but I don't intend to sit here and watch it with you. I'm going out. Is your sorry ass going to sit here all night and watch lesbian twins or do you want to come with me?"
Nick considered his options for a moment while putting the pool cues back on the rack and asked AJ where he was going.
“You know that club I’ve been telling you about? There.”
“That player place?”
AJ nodded, “Yeah, The Player’s Club. You gotta go out there sometime just to meet Brandie.”
“Who’s Brandie?” Nick asked as he walked up the steps to his bedroom, figuring he may as well go with AJ.
“Don’t dress like a scrub!” AJ yelled, sitting on the steps half-way to the top. “Brandie owns the club… and she’s fuckin’ hot.”
A few minutes later, Nick reappeared dressed in black leather pants and a vintage black and gold KISS shirt held together on the sides by safety pins, “So you’ve nailed her.”
“Hell yeah. But then me and Amanda got back together, so not anymore. But she’s cool.. just to be friends with...knows how to have a good time.” AJ said, pulling Nick out the door. As he closed the door of the BMW, he sighed, “Although I gotta say.. I miss sex with her.”
Nick laughed, “That good?”
“She’s damn good… she’s, like, real… uninhibited. And she knows she’s good… and sexier than fuck…”
Nick shook his head and rolled the window down. “You ever tell Amanda about her?”
“Nope. We agreed not to tell each other about who we’re with while we’re not together. Plus, Brandie’s not really the kind of girl you talk about with other chics. One of those, ‘just talk about it with the guys’ kind of things.” AJ replied.
“Okay then.” Nick looked out the window, watching the dark scenery blur as they sped down the streets until he spotted the giant red neon sign emblazoned with “The Player’s Club” in bold letters. The parking lot was packed and the line to get in wrapped around the building to where he couldn’t even see the end of it.
AJ parked on the opposite side of the building, in a reserved spot next to a black Escalade with a license plate that read 'BAD GIRL', and got out of the car. He waited for Nick to get out, and then went to tap on the window. “C’mon.”
“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.” Nick sighed, getting out of the car and following AJ to the door, where they let in, walking right past the bouncers who nodded at AJ.
AJ turned to smile at Nick, “Just trust me, man.”