———
- I remember you.
- What's up, man?
You the motherf*cker they caught
jacking off in the bathroom.
You need to wait over there.
That's the jack-off Iine.
Beat-your-meat section.
———
Mercedes squeals in my ear while we're on the phone.
"I just can't wait until you get here, you gonna enjoy it so much." She says
"Mhm." I say I get out my car and walk towards the entrance.
The outside of the building is lit up with LED lights, they are a pure gold-brown feel and leave the place with caramel shades. The metallic brown wall gives this place a early 2000s feel. I stare at the PIMPZ logo as I walk closer.
The line wraps all the way around the building. All the people that stand in line are trying to stay calm and look cool. I snorted at some of the obvious young men, thinking they slick enough to be accepted in.
"Aye man, aye man I left my ID somewher-" Some drunk guy said
"Can't accept that." One of the buff bouncers said.
"Man cmon now..." the man started to rant and get bold until he got snatched up by the bouncer.
"AYO," I hear one of the bouncers say, "You with Mercedes?"
"YEAH!" Mercedes yells into the phone.
"Wassup witchu?" He asks into the phone.
"Hey Ciroc~" Mercedes dragged out, I raise my eyebrow at them starting a conversation in front of this line of hella people.
"Yo friend upfront you want me to send her to the back?" He says, my eyes widen.
"DUHHH!" Mercedes squeals again, "I'll meet you inside Mari."
Ciroc opens the velvet rope as I walk in I hear people complain.
'Bro, what the hell'
'She ain't even that cute'
'She think she all that'
'Man I'm wit' her'
I roll my eyes and hang up the phone. I take off my shades and look at the scenery.
Most definitely 2000s vibe
I walk towards the bar and wait for Mercedes. I sit on one of the stools watching one of the dancers perform.
She strong as hell, I thought as I watch her climb up the pole and swing around.
But the money that was flying on that stage was enough to make my mouth water.
"Hey." One of the bartenders said to get my attention.
"Yes?" I ask he points to a glass, "Oh— I didn't order this."
