by Glory Lennon

Created on: January 18, 2009   Last Updated: March 01, 2011

"What the heck are we doing?" she exploded.

Rafael dropped the popcorn onto his lap and all over the couch. Half amused, half wary he cast her a side-long glance. "We're watching Rambo, Bonnie, for the thousandth time, eating popcorn and lazing around like we always do on a Saturday night when we don't have dates," he said calmly.

"But why?"she asked. "We're young and vibrant. We're both gorgeous beyond compare and got plenty of sex appeal and...."

"Well, thank you, Bonnie, for putting me in a league with you," he retorted slightly exasperated but mostly tickled by her oh-so-casual conceit.

She continued undaunted as if hearing none of that. "So, please tell me why the hell are we not out there getting..."

Rafael raised an eyebrow waiting for the crude word to escape her lips. When it never came he smiled. "Getting what exactly, Bonnie girl?"

She suddenly got a very telling gleam in her eyes. She leaned over and quietly said, "Oh, you know what I mean, Raf."

He burst out laughing. "Yeah, I was just hoping you'd actually say it. I get a kick when you curse and say such totally out of character things."

"Not that I don't like to make you happy, Raf, but I'd rather we do something about this pathetic state we find ourselves in," she replied with a haughty toss of her head. It made her gleaming auburn locks bounce enticingly.

"Are you thinking what I think you're thinking?" he asked, putting aside the popcorn.

"I can be ready in thirty minutes,"she replied as she hurried to the door of his apartment.

He sat back and picked up the popcorn again. "Only takes me five. I can finish watching "Rambo" I guess,"he mumbled with a smirk across his face.

Within Bonnie's time frame they had left the apartment dressed to kill and were entering Shaherazad's Lair, the hottest night club in the city. It was throbbing, literally, from the over-loud music, the jostling bodies and shouts from thirsty patrons to obliging bartenders and vise-versa.

"Oh, I love this place!" Bonnie shouted gleefully. There was no whispering in here.

"I kinda like it too," Rafael replied smiling as he looked around eying all the prettiest girls in their scant clothing who smiled right back at him. When Bonnie got a good idea he never regretted it. "Think we can find what such gorgeous people as ourselves are looking for on a Saturday night?"

"Of course we can and will. We always do. Leave it to me." Bonnie slipped away cutting briskly through the dancing throng of people and went straight to the DJ booth

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