Ned – the club owner – was at the other end of the bar as we passed and gave me a head nod with a sullen expression.We’d come in to celebrate ev...ry big win given he was Coach James’ best friend. “Discount rate,” Coach would often brag. He wasn’t all smiles tonight though. Just a blank slate glaring at me and Gina’s traversal. Off the club’s main floor, we approached a hallway – an empty one as it was separated by an unlocked closed door we went through and locked behind us – with a winding. I looked up.It was Fay. My crush. Oh my god. My heart skipped and long forgottenmemories resurfaced about how much I pined over her. She stood over me,her silhouette in front of the classroom's florescent lights made a haloaround her. She smiled at me."Hi!" she continued smiling. "Good morning!" Good Morning Fay," I said still memorized. I realized my mouth was open,so I consciously closed it before I drooled.Fay and I go go back. Farther than Ron and myself. We were inseparable in3rd grade.. "Silly! Yes, you have to dress up - that's the fun of the whole thing. But don't worry, we will find you something to wear. There's a new shop that opened up in town that has costumes appropriate for this. And the best part is, once the party is over, you can sell it back to them if steampunk isn't for you!" she said.The next day, I met Julie at the shop she told me about to look at getting me a steampunk outfit. I had no idea at all what the hell "steampunk" was all about, but I trusted Julie. Or screw around with me unless we are sneeky and do it in the secret fortress." "Oh, don't take her too seriously, Steetch. She is having her female time. Just love her up and ignore her griping." soothed Axorie. Hardcase sobbed in quiet despair, because Axorie was right, and because Hardcase was having a self-identity crisis. She was too kind-hearted to portray the tough girl for long. It really wasn't her, but if she couldn't be the smart one, then what else did she have? At least if they.