William found Willow and wrapped his arms tightly around her. "I don't want other guys looking at you tonight." He pulled back enough to look at her. His smile was crooked. He loved the dress on Willow and it also gave him obscene thoughts. He ran his hand through her hair and looked at it. His smile slacked. He never realized how much he loved the curls more, but kept it to himself. Will himself wore dark gray jeans and a black button-up. He had taken out the rings in his lips. The sound of the garage door opening filled the entire house. The three of them squeezed into James' yellow corvette and he drove off.
Jace took Hannah to a club. The sign above the door read "Stairway to Hell." He held tight to Hannah's hand. There was hardly anybody on the first floor. A bar took up an entire wall and tables were scattered close by. An information and merch desk filled up a tiny corner on the other side. Music played on the surround system along with the faint thuds from the rave/concert below. People already filled the place. They wore silly rave outfits to tight dresses, short skirts, tight jeans and casual clothing. "Party's downstairs." He winked at Hannah as he glanced behind him. Close to the bar was a dark staircase that led downstairs.
Downstairs was a different story, though the party-goers wore the same clothes as everyone upstairs. The electro music was louder than the music from upstairs. Laser lights and LED lights cast off colorful specs of light every where. A DJ stood on stage at the far wall, jumping as he worked at his board. A mass of people stood before the DJ, dancing to his music. Their bodies were pressed against each other as they danced. On the side wall was another bar. Jace looked around for a spot that wasn't too crowded. He let go of Hannah's hand and started to dance.
James parked a block away. The three of the them entered the Stairway to Hell club. Without a word, James left the two alone the moment they went downstairs. Will glanced at Willow. "Parris owns the place." Will laughed between the loud beats of the bass. "Shall we dance?" Instead of finding an open space, Will squeezed himself into the mass of people. He made sure to never let go of Willow's hands. Will wasn't dancing. Instead he held his hands at Willow's waist as others danced closely around.