Amsterdam

It was three close friends from a distant past together again for a weekend. Saturday night they'd recieved invitation from some girlfriends to come out dancing with them. Guys are always willing to do what cute girls want them to do this is simply fact. Chris had found this new band that he put into the computer and played through the speaker's. The music that came out immediately demands your ears to perk up at them and you do without second thought because it's that infectious. They listened to it again without remark while looking through some collected photographs. Around later the three of them finally made way for the club where they were to meet up with their cute girlfriends. The conditioning of beer made their bodies sway to the music pumping behind them so they instinctively followed the wave and reason for their being there. Hit the dancefloor.
It doesn't take much to recognize the pleasure felt via invisible patterns moving all around people when they let themselves dance. The beats inundate your bloodstream, kissing each cell as it passes by, licking them into releasing unwanted tensions.
After constant dancing for more than two hours the group of friends decided to leave and head home. Chris' car only had room for three in the front so the guys rode up there while the four ladies who joined them laid in the back. Snuggled close together. Their picture was taken. All was well. A cute friendly girl there asked Allen out on a date because she liked the way he danced and other reason's he's sure. What they are is not known. She said she liked his 'chops'.