CHAPTER: 4, (PRT 9) R&RMature

   And of course, the bar was packed.

   A waterfall of cheering erupted as Derek’s presence was gradually noticed. He felt foolish standing at the top of the stairs smiling at his classmates.

   At least he wasn’t standing alone.

   Alex raised a hand, striding to the bar where one of his staff handed him a microphone. The music was cut. A handful of people shouted out his name, the soccer team for sure.

   “I’d say…” He beamed at the crowd which stoppered their applause, “the Country Club’s looking more like a cheap motel now!”

   A good portion of their class stomped their feet in a thunderous response, peppered heavily with piercing whistles. Derek leaned against the balcony railing beside Clair and Grace, watching.

   Alex made his way, stepping round the balcony smiling and waiting

   His voice roared, shaking the place “LOOKS LIKE WE'RE ALL FANS OF THE BAR , HUH?! GOOD! LET'S MAKE THE MOST OF TONIGHT GUYS!! IT WILL BE REMEMB-” he paused again, “ACTUALLY, NO. WHAT AM I SAYING? IT'S OPEN BAR PEOPLE!!”

   “OH, AND ALSO,” he completed his trip around, meeting back with Derek and clapping him on the back, “WHO DESERVES THE MOST FROM THIS OTHER THEN DEREK McVALE?!! COME-ON!! LETS HERE IT FOR THIS GUY!!!”

   Alex lifted Derek’s left arm into the night sky, a gunshot wouldn’t be this loud, Derek smiled as best he could.

   The music crackled back on in force.

   Bodies started taking over the balcony’s free space, molding about to the reverberating tremors that pounded out of the speakers.

   Clair stepped between them, nodding to the constantly moving wave of people, “Let’s go!”

   Alex leaned in close to her and said something Derek couldn’t hear over the music. Disappointed, Clair lost herself in the crowd but not before eyeing Derek for a moment and smiling. See you around, she was saying.

   Derek began to go after her, but before he knew what was happening, Alex was pushing him to the bar.

The End

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