He knew he wasnt her type. To be truthful he didnt care. He had to talk to her. Maybe she had a thing for thugs. Or maybe a slight weakness for white boys. It was worth a try.
"Hello pretty lady" he said. She smiled.
"Thank you" she replied.
"So what brought you here, haven't seen you before" he said.
"Because believe me, I would've definitely remembered " he said as he looked her up and down.
"Its my birthday and my girls wanted to get me out the house" she said.
"Well Happy Birthday , he paused waiting for her name.
"Oh Im sorry my name is Dascha" she said.
"And you are?" she asked.
"Michael or you can call me Yelawolf" he said.
"Hmm, I like Michael better" she responded.
"So can I get a dance Ms Dascha or is your man here also" he said.
It wouldn't matter anyway he thought. She was his. And all he had to do is make 1 call and competition would be cancelled and Dascha would be free.
Yelawolf was his street name. He was a druglord and liked "The Life". The life being money, fast cars and women.
"You aint slick" she said.
"Why whatever do you mean gorgeous? " he said innocently.
"You could have just asked" she said.
"Well do you?" he asked.
"No" she said.
"But if your good, I might consider your application".
Then he took her hand and led her to the floor. He pulled her close as a slow jam came on. She was somewhat rigid against him.
"Relax and feel the flow of the music" he said. And a few moments later he felt her body gradually relax. Thats the way he wanted her to feel around him.
"You know I could get used to this" she said.
"To what?" he asked.
"Being in your arms" she said. "But I wont its too soon for that, I just met you.
By then the slow jam ended and "Trap Queen by Fetty Wap "started playing.
"Would you and your clique like to come to the VIP room with me and my boys?" he said.
"Let me go find them and ask" she said.
"Cool I'll put your name on the list" he said. He grabbed her hand and kissed it.
"Dont make me wait to long lovely" he told her.
"Yall will not believe this" she said. "I met the nicest dude at the bar". She could tell her friends were not impressed.
"But he did invite me and my clique as he called yall to the VIP room" she told them.
Their response was "Turn UP".
Dascha stopped a waitress.
"Escuse me can you tell me where the VIP room is?"
"Sure honey right up those stairs to your right".
"Thank you" she told her.
"Anytime" the waitress said then left.
When they got up stairs a big burly guy stopped them at the door.
"Name" he said in a cold tone.
"Dascha and party" she said with a giggle.
He checked his clipboard and said "Proceed".
They went to the bar and ordered 5 cirocs and went to find their hosts. But they didnt have to look far. He sent somebody to bring to his section.
"Dascha is that him?" her friend Meka asked.
"Yep" she replied with excitement.
"Girl he looks like a thug, and look at all that ink" she said.
"Whatever" Dascha replied. "Dont judge a book by its cover". "Besides so far hes been a gentlemen ".
When he saw her approaching his eyes lit up.
"Aye yo Yela you ok?" one of his crew asked.
"Im good" he responded.
"Damn who the fuck are they?" he said. "Can you say Team Pretty Bitches".
"Man shut up, you stupid" Michael said.
"I want the one in the white" he said.
"Nope off limits" he said. "Spread the word".
Later on that night...
"So Miss Dascha may I have your number?" he asked.
"Sure" she said and they exchanged numbers.
"Goodnight" she said and left with her friends.
"Hey Bip follow them". "Make sure they all get home safe" he said.
"Ok boss" he said then left.
"Im out see yall at the trap tomorrow" he said.
Text convo 2hrs later
Michael: Are you still up?
Lovely: Just getting ready to doze.
Michael: I enjoyed you.
Lovely: Your so different
Michael: Good or bad.
Lovely: Good
Michael: Goodnight. Sleepwell. Yelawolf out.
Lovely: Goodnight.
