Clubbing: Part II

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``Hey Moe, what the hell do you mean?''

``You mean you can't fucking remember? Jesus... look, can you get to my club as soon as you can? I want to get hold of you before the cops do.''

``Cops?'' Isaac repeated dumbly, his body suddenly turning cold.

``Yeah, cops. Jesus, I can't believe you can't remember a thing. Just get your ass here as soon as you can, okay? For now, you are not in any danger, but who the hell knows how long it is going to stay that way.''

``Okay Moe. I owe you one.''

``Damn right you do.'' The line went dead and Isaac slammed the phone down. He tried remembering more of what happened last night as he put his clothes on to get to Moe's, but was drawing nothing but a blank and a migraine.

Five minutes and an aspirin later, Isaac was out on the sidewalk flagging a cav. He was lucky to catch one almost immediately after flagging and got in mouthing ``Prancing Princess Club'' before teh driver even had the chance to say hello and good morning. Sensing the urgency from his charge, the driver tipped his hat and sped off towards Moe's club.

As the taxi weaved through the heavy traffic, Isaac tried wracking his brains to remember what had happened. Like his previous efforts, it drew only a blank, other than the loud thumping music, the free flow of booze, and the hot gyrating women.

`Come on man, think. Moe said it might end up with the cops, and the sooner you can remember, the easier to plan for that eventuality.' Isaac thought to himself. It was still like beofre, to no avail. He gave up trying and just looked out of the window to take in the sights. He had taken the taxicab before, of course, but he was never in the position where he could just sit to look at the sights. To be had, he didn't have the time here as well, but seeing as his memory was still failing at the recall, he might as well take in the scenery that was present.

Half an hour later, the taxicab pulled out at the ``Prancing Princess Club''. Isaac snapped out of his ennui and hurriedly tossed a fifty to the driver and told him to keep the change before bounding up the stairs of the club.

Moe opened the door hastily and beckoned him to hurry up.

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