WHO: Alfred, Mateo and Em.
WHEN: Friday night, late
WHERE: Teeth
WHAT: With Jared gone, Matthew getting over his WoW addiction and Alfred's urge to see his brother mess up on the dance floor, these three go out to have a night on the town.
After getting over his initial urge to run down the stairs, burst into Matthew's room and shout "T-SHIRT TIIIIIME" at the top of his lungs, Alfred's getting ready time was actually pretty short. Didn't exactly need to dress up to go out and after conveniently spilling his coke on Matthew's ratty-ass hoodie and getting him to wear something 'douchey' as his stupid brother called (ie: something classy) they were actually looking pretty good for once instead of Alfred the Cool Dude and Matthew the Potential Hippie.
Crusin' on down to the club while obnoxiously singing Friday, Alfred and Matthew stood in line for a while, Alfred pulling his brother into a headlock, giving him a noogie claiming he needed "better hair" before releasing him.
"Y'all should check on Em." He said, slipping out his own phone, frowning at it. "Or else she's gonna have to wait in line."