“Well that was very unclear. But I think it’s safe to categorize this as a happy accident, because the monkeys look quite dapper. I dare say they’ll be the talk of the party. And they’ll be comfortable in their spacious outfits.”
I’d only ever seen lederhosen on Nigel and the monkeys. And it didn’t look all that spacious to me. If anything it looked tight and uncomfortable. If I was one of those monkeys I’d be screaming and getting naked. But they looked happy enough. Maybe Nigel was right.
“As ridiculous as it is, I think this will be good,” said Chastity. “People on Twitter won’t be able to stop talking about these little cuties. Isn’t that right?” She stuck her arm in a cage and petted one of the monkeys. It grabbed her arm and pulled her closer while another one tried to unzip her bodysuit. “Ah! You naughty little monkey!” She got free and swatted his hand away just in time.
“Be careful,” said Nigel. “They’re a bit handsy.”
Chastity shrugged. “Can’t blame them for having good taste. Let’s hope Spaceboy acts the same way.”
“When you say Spaceboy…” said Tanner. “Do you mean the entire band? Or just DJ Spaceboy?”
“Hopefully all of them. But I’d settle for just one if I had to.”
“Good luck with that. I tried to get you a backstage pass, but they said they don’t do that sorta thing. And I’ve tried multiple times to get them to join the Society. Apparently they’re too focused on their music to have any fun.”
Chastity waved his comment away. “Sounds like a fun challenge. Where can I find them?”
“If they didn’t show, I’ll be happy to fill in,” offered Nigel. “I’ve been working on a new single that is…what are the kids saying these days?” He stroked his wispy mustache. “It’s a bop. My bars are straight fire.”
I stared at him. Was Nigel an aspiring rapper? If so, Ineededto hear it.
“I would love that,” said Tanner. “But unfortunately Spaceboy is already in the building. The concert will be starting in…” He checked his watch. “Five minutes. Wow, we better get up there or we’re gonna miss it.” He led us through a twisted maze of magnificent rooms until we came out on the roof deck of his yacht. About a hundred people all dressed in wild metallic outfits were all milling around. The main dance floor was sectioned off by black drapes. We walked over and peered through.
Spaceboy was performing on the other side, but their only audience was a couple in their pajamas snuggled up on a couch. They were some influencers we’d paid to livestream the whole thing.
“How many views do we have so far?” I asked.
Chastity pulled out her phone. “Only about 1K so far. The feed looks good though.”
I looked over her shoulder. It did look good. The way they were filming it really made it look like they were in their basement watching Spaceboy on TV.
“I hope this works,” I said. In theory, it felt like the perfect plan to get people talking about Wineflix and Chill. But it wasn’t a sure thing.
The girl on the couch sat up and turned to her husband. “Want some wine?”
“Sure,” he said. “What do we have?”
“How about some Wineflix and Chill?”
“What’s that?”
The girl shrugged. “I dunno. The box says something about turning an ordinary night into a party.” She poured them each a glass.
Here we go.
The second they took a sip, things went NUTS.
The base dropped. The curtains all disappeared. Fireworks went off. And we all rushed the dance floor. Not just me, Chastity, Tanner, and Nigel. Buteveryone.In the blink of an eye the quiet scene of some couple snuggling in the basement had turned into a wild party. Even the couple tore off their pajamas and started dancing.
The best part, though, was the monkeys. They were all dancing in their cages and swatting at the UFO-style drones flying all around.
“You pulled it off!” yelled Tanner over the music as he spun me around.
“Wepulled it off,” I yelled back.
Dancing always made me feel so self-conscious, but Tanner’s gaze on me made all my worries melt away. For once in my life, I didn’t care if I looked like a fool. As long as Tanner liked what he saw, I was perfectly happy to dance my heart out. I just mimicked every move he made. Or at least…I tried to. He had a move for everything. And he never seemed to get tired. That was good news for what I suspected we’d be doing later that night…
My favorite dance of the night was when we went over to one of the cages and mimicked what the monkeys were doing.
