Nightlyfe

We pull up by the Nightlyfe club. It tends to attract a younger crowd, but that never stopped Meghan. In fact, I think the place could be renamed 'Meghan the Cougar's Hunting Grounds'. Then again, I've been with her on more than a few hunts, and I certainly can't argue with the results, which is the only good thing about the otherwise bland and noisy place.

Inside we're greeted by obnoxious music and a crowd of people, certainly filled with potential suitors. Meghan takes us to the bar and orders more shots. Either she thinks Patrica's taste in boys isn't that good, or maybe she doesn't want me to remember tonight either. Still, I down the shot, which hits me like a hammer. My reaction must be obvious, with Clara stating "Lightweight."

"Oh c'mon Morgan. You're not done yet, are you?" Meghan states.

"Uhh..."

"How about you help me find some guys?" Patrica says.

"Sounds good to me."

Patrica grabs my arm and leads me off to the other end of the bar, where we see three guys waiting for drinks. The nearest to us is bald and has ebony skin. Looming over him is a guy with grey hair and a grin on his face. Finally, there's a white guy with brown dreads that go down to his shoulders. Each one looks to be in good shape, although dreads and baldy are obviously much fitter than the slender silver fox.

By the time we make it near them, they raise a toast, with Baldy shouting "Saúde!." His accent is foreign. Carrabeianish if I had to guess, but I'm no expert on these things, even when I'm sober.

"Hey guys." Patrica shouts over the club's music.

The bald guy turns to us and grins. "Hello."

"Having a good time?"

Dreads downs his shot. "Sure am." If I had to guess by the accent, he's Australian.

"Even better now some beautiful women have shown up." The Silver Fox states, his voice smooth like velvet.

"Ayeee you dirty old bastard." Dread jabs.

"We're not complaining." I jest.

Dreads raises an eyebrow. "No?"

"How about you come over and meet our friends?"

"Whatcha say boys?" The Silver Fox asks.

That's when Meghan shouts from behind "That was quick."

I turn as the Silver Fox says "These your friends?"

"Yeah."

If I'm gonna make a play for one of these guys, it's gotta be now. Sandy's gonna be all over the bald guy, the Silver Fox looks more than capable of fulfilling Clara's love of DILF Dick, and Dreads's about the age that Meghan likes. Then again, maybe this club has more to offer. I mean we haven't even been here for five minutes, and I'm sure there's still plenty of guys among the crowd.