After our crazy night of getting kicked out of the restaurant for starting a food fight. Raph deciding that he was going to 'sue' (He was just playing around) the owner of the restaurant because one of the customers (himself) disturbed the aurora. Turns out, the owner is the head of the most feared biker gang in NewYork City.
So you can only imagine just how it went.
I must admit, this road does look famil- oh crap. We slow down near an abandon wear house. Not just any abandon wear house. The wear house in which I work....

Ralph's POV. :

(/) strides confidently over to a dark skinned, middle aged man. Bald, really buff, and wears all black. Those black FBI sun glasses covering his dark eyes. Let's just say that he looks like Bubbles from Lelo and Stitch
"Sup Mel." (/) breaks the cold silence.
"Aha! (/)!! What did I tell you! You'd dress up, you'll look like a nuclear missile." Woh, his voice does NOT match his appearance. He sounds like a Jamaican.
"Thanks Mel.." Even at night, with only the street lights, I can tell that (/)'s face is profusely blushing.
"What took you so long, your never late."
I interrupt their conversation saying "Um, (/) what exactly do you do?" My head is spinning she isn't a -
"I'm a DJ, you pervert. I work at Forever. AS A DJ!!!!"
"Mel is proud of ya!" Did he just talk in third person? "This year's party will be the bomb! Show 'em what you got Candy Girl."
Candy Girl, CANDY GIRL! Oh you did NOT just go there!! My hands ball into fist, then I cracked my neck. Mel then pulls a radio from his belt and mumbles into it.
I stop myself from knocking those pretty socks off those pretty feet. A buzzing noise comes from the doors, Mel's giant hand wraps around the doorknob and keeps it open for (/).
I slowly become up behind (/) when a cinder block slams into my chest. No, wait; that was just his arm, never mind. Hard to tell the difference.
"Where you come from?" His voice gruff. I think he may have Bipolar, but with his voice... "Show me you're ID."
Thankfully (/) butts in "Hey Mel it's okay, he's with me."
"This shrimp is with you?!" He has me, then the look of disgust forms on his face.
Before he gets any uglier, I shove his "fat" arm away from me. "Yea, you 'betta believe it! Bye Felicia!!"

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Black lights fill my vision, the booming, ear popping music floods my ears, just how I like it.
"How come you never told me you worked here!?" I shout, wanting to hear myself.
"I don't know, I didn't think it mattered! I love to DJ here, especially when you get paid $200 a night!"
I glance over at the young people at the bar giving
(/) disgusting lustful looks. We walk right through crowds of couples dancing. People who noticed and recognized (/) give her thumbs up, and made shouting and whooping noises while they lifted his or her Red Solo Cup.
A few give her sticky notes. At the end of the crowd, there were at least a dozen giant speakers blaring music as high as it can go; and behind that, is DJ booth. With the coolest, most hottest DJ, (/). She picks up her black beats, outlined and neon green lights, and wrapped it around her neck. She sticks the note on her computer screen and then points with her thumb behind her. I turned and I swear, that it has to be the most biggest wall with the most sticky notes in the world. I can just see it now, in the Genesis World Record books. Looking closer, I noticed that the sticky notes have some song names written on them.
"What's up my lovelyz! How's your night been tonight?!" (/) shouts happily into the mic. "DJ Cosmic Obit, is getting this party started!!!!!" She pumps her fist the air, and The Crowd Goes Wild. She slides the Beats over her ears, then click the song. The Crowd bursts into hoots, hollers and shouts pure pleasure. In other words, the crowd goes crazy insane. With just a dash of Coach Hedge.
The crowd singing every word by heart.
"So this the is what you do every night!?"
" Yep! It's fun, right!?"
"Shell yea!"
When the song comes to a closing, she stares back at her laptop. Thinking that I'd be able to dance with her tonight. Guess she didn't realize what time it was. I noticed that the music slow, but it doesn't stop. The music picks up again and it's a different song! The Crowd bursts again and starts to dance. She takes my hand and drags me off the stage, dragging me through the crowd so we're smack-dab in the middle of the dance floor.
"What are we -" then all the sudden (/) starts to sing along with the crowd.
"Shut up and dance with me! This woman is my destiny, she said 'Woooo, shut up and dance with me!' "
"This is a song!?" It's so wierd.
"Yes Hothead! Loosen up a bit!"
"I'm not a hot head!"
"Oh shut up-" she punches my arm. "And dance with me!"
We sing along with the song and I smiled widely. I have to admit, saving (/) was the best decision I have ever made.