Getaway Girlz by Joan Rylen Page B

just stood there and danced a little while he sang. Mostly she couldn’t help but wonder if she had done a good job shaving the back of her knees since they were at eye level and not far from Pasqual. She always missed spots there.
    Vivian’s serenade ended and she sipped the Mexican flag shot through a straw, flame and all, while the bartender slammed his tequila. As the crowd cheered, he skillfully jumped down and left her on the bar. Vivian glanced around and wondered how the heck she would get down without anyone getting a peep show. Pasqual graciously offered her his services.
    The bar music started back up and the swinging and drinking continued until finally, the girls decided they needed to see more of Playa’s nightlife.
    They asked the bartender where to go for dancing. He told them it was disco night at Jungle Fever. They could get their “Jive Talking” on, so they said goodnight to Pasqual, though Vivian did casually mention where they were staying. They slipped off their swings and headed out to shake their groove things.

 
     
     
CHAPTER 14
     
     
    VIVIAN, LUCY and Wendy filled in Kate about Jon’s encounter with the upset fan on the walk to Jungle Fever.
    “She is nuts! I couldn’t believe she honestly thought Jon was his soap opera character,” Vivian finished.
    “Yeah, and you should have seen that creepy tattoo and her eyes,” Lucy said. “I think she had on fake contacts, her eyes were unnaturally green.”
    Vivian went back to the tattoo. “It wasn’t just any spider, I think it was a black widow.”
    “I wonder how many of her mates are still alive?” Wendy speculated.
    The thought of Stella eating her mates sent them into hysterics.
    “You know what, from the way you’re describing this lady, I’m pretty sure I met her in the restroom a little while ago,” Kate said.
    “Did she think you were on a soap opera too?” Wendy teased.
    “No, but she told me about how she just found out someone she thought was dead was actually alive, and cheating on his wife with…” She stopped and turned to Vivian, pointing. “You’re the floozy!”
    “Excuse me?” Vivian said.
    “She said he was hanging all over a floozy. I think she called you a hussy too.”
    “Great! I’m in Mexico eight hours and I’m already a floozy and a hussy.”
    “Oh, that’s not that big of a shocker, is it?” Lucy laughed and bumped Vivian’s hip with her own.
    “True,” Vivian winked. “But it’s been a while since I’ve been a ‘real’ hussy.”
    “Well, whatever you are, you aren’t liked by her,” Kate said. “She seemed pretty mad.”
    “Geez, and I haven’t even done anything!” Vivian said.
    “Yet.” Wendy added.
    They found Jungle Fever and heard the Bee Gee’s “Stayin’ Alive” playing inside. Vivian opened the door and a cloud of smoke billowed out.
    “Great,” Lucy said. “I’m gonna get cancer.”
    “Chillax. It’s smoke machine smoke,” Vivian said.
    A huge disco ball hung down in the middle of the dance floor and Vivian fully expected to see John Travola in a white suit striking a pose.
    The walls of the club and the bar stools were covered in a leopard pattern. In fact, it was just about everywhere that wasn’t painted metallic silver or accented in chrome.
    Who was the interior designer ? Tarzan ? Vivian thought. He could use Lucy’s help. And who designed the waitresses outfits ? Jane ? They looked like a leopard clad Wilma Flintstone but sassier and shorter.
    Vivian waived off one of the Wilma’s as the girls had decided they had enough alcohol for one night. They went straight to the crowded dance floor and made room.
    Rose Royce’s “Car Wash” boomed through the smoke so Lucy broke out with her version of a car wash, waving her hands back and forth, dangling her fingers like the thingamabobbers in a car wash. Vivian couldn’t help but laugh at her.
    The girls pulled out their old school dance moves, the water hose, the sprinkler, the lawn mower and