A black charger pulled into the parking lot.
It stopped beside De'Angelo's red Chrysler 300.
De'Angelo rolled down his window.
The windows were darkly tinted, but still see through.
The car window slowly rolled down.
A light skinned red man with a goatee and slanted bright gray eyes stuck his head out the window slightly.
Smiling he said, "Lo what's up nigga!"
"Ain't shit Mac!"
"So what's up are y'all eating at my house tonight?"
"We had planned on going out to dinner, but we can stop through."
"That's what's up man."
"Hey, Lo."
"What's up, Kimani?"
"Shit, just out for the night with Henri."
Henri cocked his head to the side and said, "Girl, I told you about calling out my government name name."
"Whatever, nigga you better get used to it."
De'Angelo chuckled heartily and said,
"Are y'all going dancing tonight?"
"Yeah we rented The Biltmore Ballrooms for a night of romance."
"Yeah we are going dancing tonight bruh bruh."
"Good, and The Biltmore Ballrooms is very classy."
"You know we only party with the best of the best darling."
"I know that's right love."
"And we are going to New Orleans next week."
"That's what's up Kimani."
"Yeah, bruh we going to visit my Uncle Leon."
"The one who owns that seafood restaurant in the French Quarter?"
"The very same one bruh."
"Oh you know we'll be there bruh."
"Now for the last damn time Kimani let me do the talking."
"Boy you better chill!"
Henri smiled as he was backing out of the parking lot he said,
"We'll meet y'all at The Biltmore."
"Alright bruh we'll see you there."
A little bit later they all pulled into the parking lot in front of The Biltmore.
As they got out of their cars the two men dapped each other.
The two women exchanged smiles and head nods.
Henri was damn near white and Kimani was dark as obsidian.
Kimani was small, round, shapely and as beautiful as black gold.
Her eyes were wide lovely and chocolate brown.
She was wearing a beautiful Tiffany blue ballroom gown.
She wore matching heels, silk gloves, and earrings.
"You seem to be missing a few things darling."
Kaylonie looked down at her attire and frowned.
"I have everything I need to go dancing."
"Actually you need pink champagne pearl earrings."
"Oh."
"You also need some silk gloves to match your outfit and more."
"Lo, I'm sorry but I think your friend is judging me and I'd like to go home."
"I'm not judging you sis I am just trying to help you."
"Thanks for the help I guess."
"Where are my manners, Henri and Kimani this is my girlfriend Kay short for Kaylonie."
"A pleasure to meet you Kaylonie."
"You too Henri."
"Say likewise bae."
"Umm... likewise."
"Don't say umm... just say likewise."
"Likewise."
"It's a pleasure to meet you Kaylonie."
"Likewise, Kimani."
"May I call you Kay?"
Kaylonie gave Kimani a quick once-over.
"Yes you can call me Kay."
"Yay, alright let me call my best friend Shaquanda."
"Is she going to be dancing here tonight as well?"
"Yes, we will be able to get a pair of silk gloves from her."
"Thank you, so much for helping me Kimani."
"Don't sweat and please call me Kiki."
"Okay, Kiki."
Kimani took out her phone and began texting.
Henri and De'Angelo had been talking for awhile and continued on as if time stood still.
A short while late a black and yellow hummer pulled up.
Then a large woman stepped out her man stepped out as well and he was even taller.
"Do you two always have to be fashionably late huh?"
"Shut up Kimani!"
"You shut up Derrick!"
"Y'all two need to quit."
Shaquanda chuckled as she chastised her boyfriend and best friend.
Shaquanda gave the silk gloves to Kaylonie and smiled.
"I'm Quanda by the way."
"I'm Kay and it's a pleasure to meet you."
"And it is a pleasure meeting you Kay."
Shaquanda and Derrick replied together.
"Alright, bae put your gloves on because I am ready to party."
"Ain't we all?"
Everyone laughed at Kimani's wisecrack.
"Alright let's go inside."
"Y'all ready to dance New Orleans style like me."
"I mean I guess we can mix up some ATL and New Orleans style."
"I like the sound of that, but Shaquanda I have one favor to ask of you."
"And what pray tell is that Henri?"
"Can you please not fall and bust your ass like last time Shaquanda please?"
"Shut up Henry with your trifling ass."
"I have told you a thousand times my name is Henri not Henry."
"Tomato, tomato, nigga I don't give a damn."
They all laughed as they entered The Biltmore.
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I Fell For A Live Oak Gangsta
General FictionKaylonie is damaged goods and she is more than a little confused about her life and she's unsure of herself too until she meets De'Angelo and he begins to show her things she's never seen before. However, the ghosts of Kaylonie's past begin to resur...
