Free Broken by Christa Cervone

my iPod into her radio
and blasted 80’s music, and we sang along to the songs the entire
drive to Sin Sity. About forty-five minutes later we pulled into
the packed parking lot. “Damn,” I said in amazement. “This place is
huge.” The building stood four stories tall. It had a huge neon
sign on the roof that blinked “Sin Sity”.
    As we walked up to the
door, we could hear the music blaring from the 80’s club. The
club’s name was Totally Rad and a remix of Cruel Summer was playing. Nicole and
I turned to each other and smiled, as we knew the night was going
to be epic. As Nicole walked up to the bouncer, she told him her
name and that she’d won tickets off the radio. He checked his list
and our IDs, stamped our hands and we walked in.
    The place was enormous. It puts
Danny’s to shame. As we walked through the main entrance, we were a
level above the dance floor. To the left of us against the far wall
was the bar. It had shelves and shelves of liquor with pink and
blue neon lights running under each shelf. To the right and the
left of us were tables that overlooked the dance floor. The walls
were pitch black and lit only by wall sconces with pink and blue
lights. The whole place screamed 1985.
    While we were standing there in awe, a
waitress approached us. “What would you ladies like to drink?” She
asked. She was dressed like Cyndi Lauper. She wore a poufy lace
skirt and a skimpy top that made her breasts pop out. Her hair was
all crazy. She wore a ton of blue eye shadow with a million
bracelets on her wrists. Nicole ordered a Malibu Bay Breeze and I
ordered water. Nicole looked relieved at my order. Tequila was my
usual drink of choice, but I didn't want to take a chance of me
going off the deep end again since my therapy was working so well.
I was going to try to be on my best behavior. The only reason I was
here was for Nicole, and she shouldn’t have to babysit me. The
waitress came back with our drinks, and we headed down the stairs
to the dance floor.
    As my foot hit the bottom
step, I noticed a girl out of the corner of my eye. I turned my
head to get a better look. She was dressed in a super short black
mini dress, her shoes were black stilettos, and her hair was pulled
back into a tight bun. She looked like she was ready to film
the Addicted to Love video. I recognized her, but I couldn’t figure out from
where.
    I tapped Nicole on the shoulder and
pointed the girl out to her. “Who is that?”
    “I have no idea,” she said shrugging
her shoulders.
    I shrugged my shoulders
too and took a sip of water. I worked with so many people between
weddings and Danny’s, it could have been anyone. Girls Just Wanna Have Fun came on, and Nicole screamed and dragged me onto the dance
floor. We stayed on the dance floor for six or seven songs until I
pleaded with her. “I need another drink,” I yelled over George
Michael singing The Edge of
Heaven .
    We danced our way over to the bar and
flagged the bartender down. He was dressed like Michael Jackson. He
was even wearing a red leather jacket and one sequin glove. Nicole
and I burst out laughing. He walked over with two shots in his hand
and put them in front of us. I gave him a strange look.
    “ These are from them.” He
motioned with his head towards the other end of the bar. Nicole and
I looked down and saw two guys who looked like they were cast
members from an episode of Miami Vice. Each of them had on light
colored sports jackets with skinny ties around their necks. I
looked at Nicole with a skeptical look. She nodded her head giving
me the it’s ok look. We raised our shot glasses to them and drank.
I winced as the shot went down my throat and yelled to the
bartender, “A Slippery Nipple?” I gasped.
    The bartender looked at me and
laughed. “That is what they ordered.”
    I turned to look back at the guys that
had bought the shots and noticed they were making their way over to
us. Once they reached us Miami Vice #1 turned to the bartender