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It was 20 minutes past midnight and Jon and his three friends, Richie, Danny and Jason found themselves outside The Neon Exchange nightclub, an A board sign outside its main door advertised Friday - 80s Night and subtitled Don’t You Want Me Baby?. “Come on lets have some fun” Jon said to his friends and they ventured in.
Narrow stairs led down to a large packed room where 1980s music throbbed as they inched their way thru the throng of clubbers, many in retro 1980s clothing, towards a long ultramodern spotlit cocktail bar.
After 15 minutes drinking in a hot bustling atmosphere they agreed it was time for action and they excitedly made haste to the far end of the club were a rapidly filling multi-coloured tiled dancefloor awaited. They quickly managed to occupy its centre where Jon struck his Travolta styled pose and from there he danced foot perfect as Saturday Night Fever blasted. He knew all the moves, dancing had always come so easy and effortlessly to him and he was soon catching admiring glances. Meanwhile Richie and Danny went on a luckless prowl whilst Jason continued shuffling awkwardly from left foot to right, and then back again.
A beautiful blonde girl wearing a red ra-ra skirt with white stockings and a black fishnet top appeared in front of Jon, she was all smiles and Jon recognised she could dance to. She took his hand, he rolled her in to him and then out. She laughed, circle danced him and then disappeared back into the crowd.
Saturday Night Fever merged into Duran Duran which eventually gave way to A-ha as an oh so trendy DJ with spikey punk-esque yellow hair commanded his neon pod whilst perusing a Human League LP cover. Jon bent over, resting his hands on his knees, that’s enough, I need another drink, he thought.
As Jon waited at the bar the girl in the red ra-ra skirt suddenly reappeared and stood next to him, their eyes met and she smiled. “So do you come here often?” she said, slowly drawing out each word, her parody to that old cliché. Jon caught her humour and laughed “it’s been a while” he replied, “you dance well” she said. “Well ?” he protested “I’m the best baby!” he threw her an exaggerated wink, his reply to her humour and she gave a little smile. “Who are you here with?” she asked, “those three wrinkly asses over there”, Jon pointed. She glanced over at his friends and all three stared enviously back at her. “So how old are you? - 22, hmm 23? maybe?” she asked as she over fluttered her eyelashes and comically raised quizzical eyebrows at him. Jon looked at her and replied as quickly and as casually as he could, “forty nine” he said. She instantly pushed her hips out, clapped her hands in front of her face and threw her head back letting out a huge delighted yelp of laughter.
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