"I'll do it, man. Just watch me."

"No way! You ain't gonna do it!"

"Just watch me."

"I'll bet you ten bucks you ain't gonna do it!"

"You're on!"

The booming bass blasted in the background. Red, green, and blue dots of light danced along the dark walls. Three young girls wearing scarcely more than handkerchiefs wrapped around their waists brushed by.

We eyed the cute girl with the tray of glowsticks maneuvering around the throngs heading towards the dance floor. She offered the tray to a group of teenyboppers seated in a booth.

Eric took out a ten dollar bill and waved it in my face. I smiled.

"Would you guys like a glowstick?"

We turned to the glowstick girl, now standing besides our table.

"How much?" I asked.

"Seven dollars."

"For a glowstick?!" yelped Eric. She nodded and held out the tray, playfully toying with a glowstick in her mouth.

"Is this all you have?" I asked, browsing the tray.

"Yup. What else did you have in mind?"

"How about yours?" I pointed to the one in her mouth.

"Hmm." She eyed me up and down. "Okay." She parted her lips, slid the glowstick off her tongue, and held it out for me.

"How about I take it right from your mouth?"

"Hmm." She smiled and placed the glowstick back between her lips.

Eric's eyes widened as my face inched closer to her face. There was a big grin on her face. I even caught a whiff of her flowery perfume.

Right before the moment of truth, she pulled back and giggled. "Um, I'd better not. I have a cold."

"You don't look sick to me."

"Oh," she grinned. "I'd better not." She grabbed the glowstick tray and scattered off.

I beamed a smile as Eric handed me his ten dollar bill.

. . .

Have you ever used a glowstick?