Stay For Awhile

Bianca

     The ranting and raving I heard about the new lounge Tipsy from people on social media had me curious about the nightclub. It was only right me and my girls made an appearance. There was a line of people waiting to get in, and I had to fan the lingering smell of weed smoke out my face a few times...I hated the smell. Luckily, my homegirl Zee knew the club owner and was able to get us in quicker. 

     "Bitch this shit is nice," Zee beamed to us proudly. 

     Nu, the baby of the group, checked out the scene and saw some dudes she knew she would end up flirting with before the night was done. We wasted no time making our way to the section where the club owner, Money, promised us, and we already knew what drinks we were going to get fucked up on. The cocktail waitresses who were skimpily dressed and carried glowing trays of drinks made their way around the floor, daring anyone to grab a shot. I wasted no time getting my drink on.

     "Bitch let me tell y'all about the week I've had. One girl came in with a smidget worth," pinching my fingers for emphasis, "of hair talking bout some she wanted knotless braids. With what hair??" 

     We laughed as I went on about my clients. Don't get me wrong...I love my loyal ones to death. But there were a few who almost had me growing grey hair prematurely. Zee took a sip of her drink and fanned herself as she scanned the club. One thing was for sure, people were still pouring into the now stuffy building. "Girl let's not talk about work. You need to let loose, relax your shoulders...suck some dick or something. All you do is work work work." 

      My mouth opened in protest before I chuckled, "You know what? That don't sound too bad." It's been a minute since I had some action; I was so dead set on my goals that I didn't feel the need to chase behind a nigga. Even with the mindset I had, dudes were still blowing down my DMs on social media, not that I paid them much attention. A flirt session here and there was the most they got. 

      "Ok how about this? Bianca, I'm gonna pick a nigga for you to mess with. And you GOTTA do it." Nu smirked as she danced in her seat a little while sipping her drink through a straw. 

      "Do I look like a damn charity case to you?" I dismissed my longtime friend and grabbed my phone to scroll through Instagram. I'm so used to my girls trying to set me up to do shit that it no longer surprised me. "No," Nu rolled her eyes, "but me and Zee got dick waiting on us at home. You on the other hand act like you married to your damn salon or something. Have some fun!" 

      Zee nodded in agreement as she and Nu excitedly looked around at all the prospects. I couldn't help but silently agree with Nu. Both her and Zee were in serious relationships, while I floated in and out the world of being single. Not to mention how long it's been since I've had sex. We won't even speak on that. At this point, if a nigga looked at me I'd probably get pregnant. 

      "What about him?" 

      "Nah, he's too pretty. He look like he care about his looks more than us," Zee declared when we put our focus on a dude who resembled Drake sitting at the bar. Plus, I didn't care too much for men with a lot of facial hair. 

     "Or how about him? He's cute." 

     "That nigga is fucking ugly. You have no taste." We laughed at the niggas Nu were picking out. She always had a habit of liking medium ugly niggas, that was her thing. 

      I ignored them and continued on with my phone. This little game was a waste of all of our time, in my opinion. 

      Out of nowhere Zee excitedly patted my thigh and pointed across the room. "Oooh, what about him? That man is fine." I squinted my eyes toward whoever my friend was pointing at.