Well, this wasn't exactly his crowd. He was used to the colorful lights of the disco, the swimming between dancing bodies, the 77 he had with his budies. He was used to the 2001 Oddysey, the disco life, and his friends were, too.

But with their favourite disco being closed for the weekend due to repairs on the sound equipment, Tony, Bobby, JJ, Frank and Joey had decided to drive around the night streets of Bay Ridge. The ambience was dull until they all shared knowing grins and wiggled eyebrows when they came across the blasting music coming from a local down the street.

It was already crowded outside, people dancing to the rythm of some catchy country song. If they were right, maybe this was the bar you always ditched them for —always talking about how you liked bars better than clubs. Maybe, if they were lucky, you'd be there and they'd get to chat with you since Annette hadn't come with them tonight.

Still when they entered the bar all of their eyes zeroed on the clearing in the middle of the cheering and laughing crowd of people holding drinks. Tony felt all the blood drip down from his head to his.. other head at seeing you ridding on a mechanic bull.

His buddies weren't that great, all staring at the way you stayed on the back of the bull without breaking a sweat. One hand in the air and the other grabbing onto the small leash attached to it's neck, rotating and swinging your hips in tune with the machine's movement.

Tony had his eyebrows up to his hairline as he watched you ride that damn mechanic bull. ~He suddenly wanted to be riden by you, too.~

Of course, you spotted them and walked over to them, hence as to why you were sitting on Tony's lap while he stared at nothing —zoned out, with a hand on your hip. It wasn't difficult to know his thoughts were not exactly innocent if you adressed the bulge you were sitting on. "hmn?" he came out of his trance when he heard your voice, his blue eyes slightly hooded as he looked up at you with a cocky smirk.