[color=lime]"Ya know, Charles may be a weiner but ya gotta hand it to him. The guys got taste."[/color] commented Chet.

He wasn't the only one who was impressed with the venue, far from it. The clubhouse had changed noticeably since the last time the gang was there. It was renovated no doubt. Dressed to the nines, so to speak.

[color=violet]"Whoah! There's a dance floor now!?"[/color] asked Switch.

The table and chairs in the middle of the room were no longer there. They were replaced by a checkered dance floor. It almost spanned the entire place. No doubt ready for some big parties.

[color=violet]"Can't wait to show the ladies my sweet moves."[/color] said Switch.

[color=turquoise]"What moves? The grope grope? Cuz she be doing the nope nope. Then it's loser city for you pal."[/color] said Divo.

A few of the other Salt Bay Turbo members had a bit of a laugh. Chet and Rolo merely rolled their eyes. They knew what was coming.

[color=violet]"Oh yeah!? Care to put your money where your mouth is little man!?"[/color] Switch challenged.

[color=turquoise]"Damn right I do, bean sprout."[/color] countered Divo.

[color=orange]"Whatever ladies. I'm going to the bar to get away from your squawking. A maybe get a little hammered. If you'll excuse me."[/color] announced Rolo.

[color=lime]"Ha! That's the smartest thing I've heard all week. I'm coming with."[/color] said Chet.

Switch and Divo hardly recognised Rolos jab, for they were formulating yet another bet. Or as they like to call it, a "manly rivalry challenge". Chet and Rolo left Switch and Divo to their bickering, boasting, and betting on the dance floor.

The bar to the right of the doors was a dream of carved mahogany, brass, and crystalline glasses. The bar stools themselves were of the same mahogany, topped with leather padded seats. A comfortable place to take a seat and drink your problems away. A far cry from the old plain looking pinewood bar that was there before. No doubt the alcohol selection improved alongside the bar itself. 

"What'll it be fellas?" asked the bartender. A youngish looking guy with a slight faux hawk and Buddy Holly glasses. His red slacks were draped over his black t-shirt as they held up his blue jeans. As hip as hip could be.

[color=orange]"One Hammerhead Lager."[/color] ordered Rolo.

[color=lime]"You're actually gonna start drinking now big guy? The party has just started. Most of the guests aren't even here yet, for Christ sake."[/color] said Chet.

[color=orange]"So? I can hold my own boss. No need to worry about me."[/color] replied Rolo.

[color=lime]"Dude come on. I told you just call me Chet. But yeah, you got a point. I've seen how much you can drink."[/color] relented Chet.

[color=lime]"This guy drinks as much as an alcoholic rhino."[/color] said Chet to the bartender.

"Man, Charles isn't gonna like this. But what do I care." he replied.

[color=lime]"Cool, make that two then."[/color] ordered Chet.

"Great, you gentlemen have got excellent taste. Not many people ask for the Hammerhead. Underrated brew if I do say so myself." explained the bartender.

[color=orange]"Damn right it is."[/color] intoned Rolo.

Chet grinned to himself. This was obviously a trap, but he wasn't gonna fall for it. Chet was way too smart. He could see right through Charles. That guy wasn't that difficult to figure out, Chet thought to himself.

A few moments later, two schooners of said lager were served up with very little froth. 

"There you go gents, enjoy." said the bartender.

[color=lime]"cheers"[/color] thanked Chet.

Most of the guests should arrive by the end of the hour. The cool kids liked to be fashionably late of course. Despite the obvious trap, Charles couldn't help but think that this whole thing was gonna be a blast. 

The curtains parted at the back of the miniature stage. There stood a band which consisted of a female lead singer and three other guys. They promptly began to play their [url=https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=cY0ZZkBOHaU]music.[/url]. No doubt the swinging jazzy number turned out to be a hit with the partygoers. A few wolf whistles and an oww sound were issued as a sign of admiration. One of those was unmistakably Switch. No doubt he admired the lead singer more than the music itself. Who could blame the guy really. The only thing hotter than her was her music.

[color=lime]"Cool band."[/color] remarked Chet.

"Charles spares no expense." replied the bartender.

Rolo nodded gleefully to the music. His thoughts were finally  free of Corinne, if only for a moment.