Tony had gotten out of Sasha's car and said, "You can start with me."

"How would that help?"

"Couldn't hurt."

She glared at him.

"Hey Madison, didn't you DJ here a few weeks back?" Billy asked.

Madison nodded.

"I've probably worked here more often than anywhere else. It's got the best sound system in the state from what I've heard."

"I thought so. I think I recognize the doorman from last time."

Billy nodded to his girlfriend, and Sasha directed their friend over towards the front of the Line, earning them some ugly looks from the crowd.

"Madison?" the big man at the door asked.

"I didn't think you was workin’ tonight."

Madison could "see" that she was getting seriously checked out, so she tried hard not to react. Barry always hit on her, but never took the hint. But since he never crossed the line and seemed to take her constant rejections in good fun, she still kind of liked him.

"Hey Barry. No, I'm not working tonight, but my friends and I were wondering --" She didn't get another word out as a small group came stumbling out of the club, escorted by a bouncer who would look at home as the newest Rocky Mountain.

"Looks like we've got a vacancy," Barry said.

"All it'll take is a kiss."

Madison blushed, but didn't want to look like a chicken in front of her cohorts. She made a production of sighing and shaking her head, then gave Barry a quick peck on the cheek and, much to his credit, he didn't try to sneak in something extra. Instead, he raised the ropes while Sasha signaled the gang to come running.

The last one through was Joanna, who looked over the doorman with an impish grin.

“Hey, I would've blown you," she said, then jogged in.

"I love you!" he shouted after her.

Inside the door, everyone got wristbands. Over twenty-ones got green, under twenty-ones got white. Anyone with a white band caught trying to buy alcohol or who was even carrying alcohol was escorted off the premises, and the club was enforcing. They'd gotten nailed last semester by local law enforcement, so they were taking extra precautions.

Madison didn't care about alcohol. As soon as the bass overtook her and the music filled her ears, her feet started to move and her body to sway.

There weren't many places where Billy knew that Madison felt comfortable. The big one was her booth at the radio station, one was in her own room, and the third was on the dance floor. He wasn't sure why a girl so filled with self-doubt, and to a certain degree self-loathing, was able to cut loose like she could. But Madison and Sasha actually led the way onto the floor while Billy found a table to act as base of operations. Carla, Joanna, Tony, Kevin, Peter, and Heda were quick to follow. Through the visual feast that was the dance floor, he watched his girlfriend, his best friend, and some potential new friends stomp, clap, and move to their hearts content.

Sasha and Madison were wrong when they thought the primary reason he didn't dance was because he couldn't do it. He just thought that watching it was so much more rewarding.

For her part, Madison was content to turn off her echolocation most of the time and just move. She could feel the crowd around her, and knew that Sasha was nearby to make sure no one made any untoward moves. Sometimes she heard the others joking or making crude albeit humorous innuendos, but everything was in good fun. Tony's attention was mostly on trying to seduce Heda anyway, and she teased him outrageously. Carla was dancing with Peter and Kevin in equal amounts, while Sasha stayed nearby. Then, Madison lost track of everyone.

She didn't know how long they'd been there, but Madison was pretty sure she'd been dancing for hours. Her feet hurt and her legs were burning, but she didn't want to stop. Sasha had been forcing her to take breaks to drink some water, but it didn't keep her off the floor long. Those members of the group that could drink alcohol were pretty shit-faced, and car keys had been exchanged. Finally, a slow song came on to give the revelers a chance to rest. Madison felt arms circling her waist.