one shots

shorty swing my way

july 1998
saturday
11:32 pm

"Renée, I really don't want to go clubbing tonight. You know me and Marcus just broke up and--"

"Girl, what do you think Marcus is doing right now? He's probably puttin' his mack down on some hoochie right now, and you wanna' sit around and mope. Not on my watch, Lisa. We finna' hit the club and have some fun," I nodded before proceeding to put on my makeup.

"I guess so, girl. . . but if I'm ready to go, I won't hesitate to walk home," she spoke as if it were a fact.
"Whatever, L," I smirked.

I strapped on my heels and stood in the mirror, fixing my tight mini dress while Lisa redid her fingerwaves in the mirror.

"Okay, now, remember. Watch your drink, especially if a nigga buys it for you. When you're ready to go and you can't find me, I'll either be by the bar or dancing near some seats. . . If a guy steps to you, make sure you get his number because if you give him yours, you'll be waiting by the phone 24/7," I ran down the do's and don'ts of club going before filling my purse of essentials.

Gum, money, condoms, keys, I.D., pepper spray.

"What makes you so sure that I'm gonna' pull a man tonight?" Lisa smirked.
"Lisa, any man would kill to drown in those fingerwaves," I cackled as she playfully rolled her eyes.

Once she had her outfit and purse together, we made our way to the Icebox, which was a relatively new club that opened up a few months ago, across town. Lisa and I both had yet to go, and seeing as though her and her man had just broken up and she needed some cheering up, I figured that this was the perfect opportunity to go.

We parked a couple of blocks down, and eventually made it into the club, which had an all black environment with blue and red lights outlining it. It looked like a music video set, and it definitely had more space than my usual club spot.

I pulled Lisa toward the bar, where we both sat down and ordered Sangrias. I usually preferred hard liquor, but seeing as though this was a new environment and tonight wasn't for me-- it was for Lisa-- I decided to settle on something less harsh and more fruity.

Shortly after, Lisa's absolute favorite song came on and she pulled me out of my seat and onto the dancefloor.

"You need to give it up. I had about enough. It's not hard to see the boy is mine," we sung along as she started really feelin' herself while dancing.

It wasn't a surprise when a guy tried to dance his way behind her, but she slipped right between his fingers, grabbing my hand and leading the way back to the bar, where she ordered a round of shots.

We both threw back our fair share of shots before she ordered another round.

"Slow down, Muffin," I called her by the name that the whole hood knew her by.
"I'm grown, Nay Nay," she growled before throwing two shots back.

"Besides, I'm not the one with the keys," she pointed out, making me realize that I was designated driver by default.
"Fine," I rolled my eyes.

"Girrrrl, you see that fine brother over there?" she giggled, pointing across the bar.
"Yeah, girl. Him and his friend," I smirked at the cutie with the shades on.

"We should go over and--"
"No, let them come to us first. They probably haven't even noticed us yet," I insisted, watching the two guys smile and dap up the bartender.

So, they're regulars here.

"Fuck that, Renée. As soon as they look bored, I'm going over there and getting him to notice me," she replied, making me laugh.