"You're making me look bad, brotha," Andre claims, placing his hand on my shoulder. I chuckle, watching as Mr. Georgie is hauled off to the back of the toy store. "Never," I reassure Andre patting him on the back. Tori and Kenny were giggling, showing each other their new stuffies, both in their own little worlds together. "Kenny wants to go to The Castle this coming weekend, and she really wants you and Tori to come with us. I told her I would invite you, so this is me doing that." Andre says, his eyes not leaving Kenny. "I'm sure Tori would love that. I will ask tonight." I answer. The Castle is a club downtown Tampa also known as Ybor, and it was a goth club. I'd personally been a handful of times, and it was a good time each time. Matching the aesthetics of the place was all apart of
