She's no chicken

Staring out the window of the minivan, Vyki is surprised at the eclectic group assembled entering and exiting the club. At first, her eyes are captured by a few scantily clad model like women and body builder like men. Her apprehension grows at seeing them all. Then she spots the more flavorful scantily clad wire men and plumper ladies, and even odder attired characters. Then some very mundane and average looking costumes. But what strikes her even more is the excitement and conversation around the different groups. Not a lot of cliquish grouping but different types happily interacting with others.

Lou sees the frozen wonderment on her face and deduces that she is not quiet ready for this crowd. “They can be a bit much at first blush,” as he starts the car, “I have a few other ideas.”

Hearing the car start, Vyki blindly reaches over and misses his arm and lands on his leg. “Can we try it?”

Lou was first distracted by her nearly grabbing his crotch and wasn’t sure he heard her, “huh?”

Vyki turns to look at Lou. “These people look like they’re having fun, and I doubt they’ll find me odd.” Turning to look at Lou she inadvertently rubs her hand up and asks in a nearly pouting tone, “Can we go have fun, Daddy?”

Lou feels her fingers less than an inch from his hardening cock in his suit pants and wonders if she realizes what she’s doing. Regardless, swallows hard and stutters, “Sh-sh-sure.” Turning off the car and gets out of the car and adjust his pants as he walks over to the other side.

Vyki undoes her belt as Lou gets out and finds herself staring at everyone reminding herself she can do this. She’s beautiful; she’s wonderful; she can do this... Broken out of her mental strengthening by Lou opening her door and putting his hand out, she realizes it's now or never. Grasping his hand, he accepts it and begins walking in with him arm in arm.

As they approach, Vyki is expecting to stop at the end of the line to get in. While its not overly long, she’s surprised that Lou walks around it up to the front entrance and says to the doorman, “Hey, Frank. How’s it looking in there tonight?”

“Lou?!?” Replies the large doorman that it is slightly dwarfed only by Lou’s imposing figure, “I didn’t recognize you in the monkey suit! Good costume! I thought you had the night off.”

As they two men do a fist bump and one arm hung, Vyki is surprised to see the camaraderie, but quietly stands off to the side as Lou continues to hold onto her arm possessively. “Wild as ever for Halloween,” Frank replies to the dismay of the patrons in line as he engages in small talk. “A little smaller with the weather scaring some away, but still a Phit’s fun-house night. And who’d you steel this hawty from?” He continued as he eyed Vyki up and down, not even pretending to stop staring at her cleavage.

Lou wraps his hand around her waist and pulls her in closer, “Vyki’s been nice enough to check out tonight’s party with me and bring some class to the joint.”

“Well then, don’t let me stop you, boss,” Frank says pulling open the door for them. As the begin to step through, Frank follows up with “and sweet cheeks, when you find out just how much of a stick in the mud he is, come find me on my break.”

Vyki is rather shocked someone would insinuate Lou wouldn’t be as fun and felt the need to stand up for her friend. Flipping her hair to look over her shoulder, she grips Lou’s hand with her own and shouts back at Frank over the music, “not likely, scrub.”

Frank busts up laughing at the quip, “you best keep a handle on that one, Lou.”

“Plan to!” Lou says pulling her in closer.

Giggling enjoying the playful tone already, Vyki turns to Lou and sees him smiling at her. Inspired to give Frank another quick show before the door closes completely, she reaches up giving him a peck on the lips.

Lou was a little surprised by the peck, but wasn’t about to complain. “Hey, you want a drink while we find a table,” he asks gesturing to the crowded bar.

“Um, sure, maybe a daiquiri or something?” Vyki responds figuring she can finally have a fruity drink without judgement and begins scanning the crowd while they wait in line. However, he slides his hand down and grasps her hand as he goes around the edge of the crowd. He then proceeds to walk towards the bar and the few remaining people seem to part around him as he politely commands, “excuse me.”

More than a few of the girls shoot Vyki daggers as she seems to cut through the line tugged along the brute before her; more than a few slapped their dates arms asking why they just let them. However, no one seems to be taking a second look at Lou’s overwhelming presents. As they approach the bar, a cute blonde shaking a mixer shouts out, “Lou!!! I didn’t think I’d get to see your hot ass tonight!!”

Reaching the seats, one of the stools was abandoned by someone who received their drink order and went off to find a spot away from the crowd. “Hey, Ashley,” Lou replied as he brought Vyki forward and plopped her on the stool as if she were a porcelain doll.

“Well, hello, Princess,” Ashley replies as she greets Vyki with a big grin. “I know what the teetotaler here is going to drink, but what about for the pretty lady?”

Lou was about to mention a daiquiri, but they were abruptly cut off by Ashley’s exasperated, “just please no daiquiris or anything needing the blenders in this rush.”

Vyki realized how much of a pain it must be in a crowd like this for her job and quickly remembers Molly’s favorite drink, “A Pink Russian?”

“The lady’s got classy tastes,” Ashley commented with a wink. “Coming right up!”