Free TYCE 5 by Shareef Jaudon Page B

opened the car door. We made our way to the front of the line and I pulled out a hundred dollar bill to persuade the door man to let us bypass the endless line. He happily accepted the bribe and let us glide past him amidst attitude laced hisses and angry shout outs from the impatient mob that watched us cut in front of them.
    Once we were inside the packed club, hundreds of red overhead lights shining on a black dance floor made the huge space look like it was decorated by vampires. I held Dallas’s hand as we weaved through the bouncing crowd toward the huge bar. Dallas bobbed to the music next to me as I leaned into the bartender’s multi pierced ear to talk to him.
    “I want that VIP section over there.” I pointed to a roped off area decorated with velvet couches.
    “That section is three hundred and it comes with a bottle of Goose, Crown, or Patron. You still want it big daddy?” He grabbed an empty glass and a napkin.
    “Yeah.” I handed him three crispy hundred dollar bills. “And I want him to take care of me and my woman while we’re in there.”
    The bartender turned around to see who I was nodding toward. He took the money and winked at me.
                  “I’ll let him know. What bottle would you like?”
    Dallas heard the whole conversation and answered the thin man before I could.
    “Patron, and can you make six lemon drops with sugar on the rim of the glass please?”
    “No problem sweetie.” The bartender whirled around and busied himself.
    Dallas and I were promptly seated in the private section just to the left of the small stage. The DJ informed the crowd that the drag show would be starting soon and loud cheers and high pitched whistling erupted from the tipsy party goers. I clapped my hands as well. Dallas drummed her French tipped finger nails on the table top and shook her head at me.
                  “What?” I shrugged my shoulders.
    She wagged her finger. “Don’t what me, you’re up to somethin’.”
    “What are you talkin’ about? I jus’ wanted to come out and show some love to our gay community.”
    “ Ummm hmmm, I got a feelin’ that’s not the only reason you’re here.”
    I chose not to confirm her suspicions and just bobbed my head to a techno remix of one of a Beyonce songs. Moments later our drinks arrived. They were delivered by the person I requested. Now the party could really begin as the waiter and I made eye contact.

~Baby Daddy
     
    The following day I paid Angelique and Khari a visit. I had just come from the barber shop so my head was looking extra tight. The hot summer weather dictated my outfit, so I was dressed accordingly. Army fatigue shorts, a dark blue T-shirt that fit my physique nicely, and matching limited edition all blue Jordan’s with the proper socks riding low. My watch glistened in the sunlight on my right wrist as I pushed the doorbell to announce my presence. Before Angelique could come to the door, I adjusted the gun that was tucked in my waist band. Ever since the shooting, I never left the house without it. Shit, I even took it with me when I took the trash to the curb. I wasn’t paranoid…I just stayed ready so I didn’t have to get ready. Seconds later Angelique opened the door and to my surprise she was wearing her birthday suit at two o’clock in the afternoon.
    I looked her up and down. “Damn, is this how you greet all your guests?”

“Of course not, I was jus’ about to jump in the shower and I knew it was you. I saw you pull up from my bedroom window. What are you doin’ here?”
    She stepped aside and I walked into her quaint living room. My dick was starting to wake up , but I ignored him and her at the same time. I maintained my cool as I casually walked to the couch and sat down.
    “Sorry I didn’t let you know I was comin’ by. I was in the area takin’ care of a lil’ business and I wanted to swing by and give you this.” I pulled an envelope from my back pocket.
    Angelique