He Was Wearing An Obnoxious Leather Jacket

They were great drinks. Mixed to perfection and being sipped by all of us in suit jackets and dresses. Dressed to the the nines, we were in the classy hotel, The Nines. There's a better word to describe this place, but I can't think of it. The Nines is the type of place where twenty-something college students do not go, but since it was the last night with some special people, we decided to dress to the nines, go the whole nine yards! I'm done.

We were done, and as I said before, the drinks were great. There were about six mannequins which stood in a row outside of the hotel bar in a type of lobby. They were naked and we thought that was funny, so naturally, the camera's came out and there were poses being made by the girls. It was Susie who drew the short straw because suddenly a man materialized next to her. He was smiling.

"You two have the same body type," he slurred.

Why didn't I think of that one? Susie sort of made a face of distress. Before any of us could form a sentence he had another line for us.

"Where ya'll headin'?" He asked. Good question.

"Home," stated Susie.

He had reddish blonde hair that started past the edge of the top of his head, and his half-shaven face was sort of bursting out of his paisley shirt. He had stark eyes but they softened because of the alcohol.

It was after Susie's answer that we all decided the naked mannequin photo shoot would have to be delayed to another time because all of the guys grabbed their dates and we began to run.

The hunt was on, the predator was lurking. I still do not know whether or not he was moving incredibly fast or incredibly slow, but we had beaten him. The prey had escaped, for all six of us were safe in the elevator just waiting for the doors to sh-

A hand.

It slipped in between the crack as the door was closing. The hand was thin and scaly, but it had made it through! Holy What the guy made it in! It was an Olympic effort, and before we knew it we were riding eight floors down with Dateline.

"Hey, it's just me."

"Oh, good," I said.

We started busting up laughing and all the guys started making cracks at him.

"Thought we missed you."

"Oh, thank God."

"Yikes, that was close, well done"

We were laughing uncontrollably when we arrived at the lobby floor and made our escape. I think at this point most of us were trotting or giving some type of gallop at the very least. We disappeared into the city and as I looked back I saw him standing defeated, making conversation with the bellhop and thinking just how close he was.