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There was seldom a boring night on the boardwalk. Basically every time you went, something strange happened. One night, it might be a scuffle between rival gangs, another night it would be a pervert running around naked.
So this was no different. At least that's what you thought.
You could hear them long before you could see them, their motorcycles louder than even the crowd around you.
Once you did see them, you were not at all surprised by the way the people parted to make way for them. They were just as loud as their motorcycles, bellowing in laughter when the people scrambled to not get overrun.
Two of them - the loudest and rowdiest - were at the front, one donning crazy big hair and the other wearing an interesting looking jacket. While interested in the punks, you steered clear of them like everybody else on the boardwalk.
Another one with bleach blonde hair and a heavy black coat arrived by the railing after the others, immediately lighting a cigarette once his motorcycle came to a halt. Unlike the others, he didn't say anything, remaining quiet.
The last and only brunette of the group rolled to a stop as well, smiling and engaging calmly with the rowdy ones.
They were quite intriguing to be fair, different from the usual boy-next-door types you knew.
Instead of dwelling on the small glimmer of interest you had, you instead walked to a record store, hoping they had a cassette for your small, albeit growing collection.
And indeed they did, they even had some of the new CDs but you lacked the player for it, only having enough money to get a used cassette recorder.
While you were perusing, you were lost in your own world. Everything had faded away to a quiet white noise, the lights of the boardwalk less bright and the crowd less overwhelming.
In your little bubble you stayed for a couple minutes, happily flipping through the shelves of cassettes, considering whether INXS or Van Halens latest albums would be better suited for your collection.
That is until someone bumped into you. Or rather stumbled into you after being shoved.
You got over the shock quickly and glared back at whoever it was that made you lose drop the cassettes.
It was two of the four punks from earlier. The one with the big hair-do and the one with the patchwork jacket. They had apparently chosen to move away from their bikes to wrestle in between the rock and pop isle of the little store.
"Oops, sorry!," The bigger of the two at least had some manners, lifting his hands disarmingly and scooting away a little bit to apologize. As soon as he looked you up and down once, though, he changed attitudes quickly.
He immediately crowded in on you, putting one of his arms on the shelf beside you to lean in in a flirty manner. "Well, hello there Baby"
His voice had an interesting lilt to it, an accent you couldn't quite place. Nevertheless, it was kind of hot.
Against your first instinct to lean into the flirty nature of his introduction, you crossed your arms and scowled at him (although you didn't quite extrude that energy to him, instead looking like an angry Pomeranian to him)
"What do you want?" Again he lifted his hands innocently, as if to say 'whoa there'
"Can't a man talk to a pretty woman? Just wanna get to know ya, sugar"
If they could, your eyes would do a full rotation around your skull.
"And why is that? Let me guess: you noticed me from all the way over there and just couldn't not talk to me?" "How'd you know?"
While you were talking, his friend ambled over and had thrown his arm around him.
"What's this here? You keeping this hottie all to yourself? Unfair, man, unfair"
Something about him reminded you of one of the angels in renaissance paintings, he had a very cherub like quality, including blonde curls.
"I'm Marco, Babes. This idiot is Paul. You wanna hang out with us?"
The logical part of you began to shrink the more you looked at them and were near them, something about them making you want to spend more time getting flirted with.
"Why should I? What exactly are you offering if I do hang out with you? Seems like you want it more than me," both the boys looked at each other and laughed, each shaking their head and making their hair fwoosh about.
"We're loads of fun, promise. We could go on the ferris wheel, get some quality time in, you know?"
Now it was your turn to laugh, their plan to probably do something dirty on that ferris wheel was so obvious, it was amusing.
"How about some milkshakes first and then maybe one of the roller coasters? I think I'd like you scream in fear a bit," you reciprocated - somewhat - their flirty banter.
Both of them started grinning wildly, fist-bumping each other in excitement. "Hell yeah, let's go right now!"
Paul threw his arm around your shoulder and tugged you slightly away from the shelves. "I swear, Baby, we're gonna have so much fun!"
You almost believed him if there were not a small part of you doubting his intentions were pure.