“So, what are you doing here?” Athena probed.
“I’m just eating dinner” Travis answered. Athena gave him an odd look. “What is it?” He asked.
“You usually eat at home.”
“Yea,” Travis sighed.
“So why are you here, instead?”
“I don’t want to talk about it. What about you? What brings you here?”
“My parents were too busy with work to make dinner, so I came here. I heard about what happened at school,” Travis looked up at Athena, and she nodded in confirmation, “Yup, it’s already old news.”
“Well, that’s perfect. I’m sure Alex will be thrilled to get all the extra attention,” Travis, irritated, retorted back.
“Actually, I think it’s you that will be chased by the paparazzi this time.” Travis replied with a confused look, “Everyone’s been raving about what a great big brother you are, standing up for your little bro.”
“Ha, that’s nice. I don’t think my mom sees it the same way, though.”
“How is that?”
“She blames me for the fight. She thinks my betting on the fights encouraged him.”
“She does? Then she’s an idiot. Everyone bets on the fights.”
“No, but you know what I mean. The fights are so common; and everyone rants about them.”
“I know. I just feel as though I’m the ringleader- as though everyone is just following my lead. And I can’t shake the feeling that I’m responsible for it all, somehow.”
“Travis,” Athena looked at him sympathetically, “I don’t know exactly what your moronic mother told you, but this really isn’t your fault.” Travis lifted his eyes to meet hers. As young man, he was easily swayed by this beautiful young girl’s kind words. She continued, “So let’s go have some fun. There has got to be some parties going down around here. You ready to hit the town?” They both laughed.
Travis gave an ardent smile in reply. They headed out the door and into the street in search of a few familiar under-twenty-one clubs. This was another hobby of Travis’. He loved to go clubbing. Not for the prurient reasons of his peers, but because he liked to have fun- and he loved to dance. In fact, Travis was an incredible dancer. And he did it all- from ballet to break-dancing. His mom had paid for a few private lessons when he was younger, but he had learned most of what he knew from an older couple who were retired dancers and lived on his street. They were, by far, too old to dance anymore, but were definitely not too old to teach Travis everything they knew. In addition, he practiced and improvised quite a bit. He had been told many times that if he quit wrestling he could reach his full potential in dance, but he liked both. Besides that, he believed that his dancing helped with his wrestling, and that his wrestling helped with his dancing. Plus, both sports seemed to always attract girls.
After about ten minutes Travis and Athena found one of their favorite under-twenty-one clubs and admitted themselves. Inside they caught up with some other friends and had a great time. They danced, ate, and just hung out. ‘This is what I live for,’ Travis thought, ‘I don’t live for fighting. I live for good times. I would never involve my brother in a fight, cause’ that wouldn’t be a good time.’ As the night progressed, Travis let the rest of his worries and fears fade away in the merriment of the night.