Yellow was just buzzing, people were dancing everywhere, couples had found dark corners to make out in, and the atmosphere was just jumping. The club was sure to be rolling in the bucks tonight. But money was the last thing on Toby's mind as he easily slipped past the bouncers that stood outside, 'checking' ID. They weren't checking anything, they were more interested in chatting up the sexy girls who were barely wearing anything. Toby wasn't all that interested in that either, he just wanted to have a good time, whether with somebody new or an old friend.

Toby slid into the nearest bar stool, immediately ordering a beer. It was high time he got some alcohol in him. He hadn't had a drink in over a week, and he was in the partying mood tonight. And no, he wasn't an alocholic, he just liked the taste, the way it went smoothly and cooly down his throat, and of course, the buzz he got off of it, and only once and awhile would he ever get drunk. Today, although he came here alone, he was sure to make a new friend or two.

Toby took a swing of the beer that was placed in front of him, and then looked down at his outfit. He had chosen his favourite pair of black jeans, underneath he wore boxxors with hearts on them, and for a top he wore a plain white tank top, or 'wife beater' as some called them, and a button up shirt that he kept open so people could see his slight muscley frame. He looked around, wondering which of the few people he should get to know first. Part of him wished someone would sit down on the stool next to him so he could chat with one person, but whatever. He took another swing, yep, the seventeen year old was definately in for a good time tonight.