Damian
Typical. I wonder who decided to pick out this Hugh Hefner costume for me. Shit looks dope though. Especially the cap. Hm. Last time I dressed up for Halloween, I was sixteen and Leila forced us to go as Fred and Wilma Flintstone to some house party. We got into a stupid screaming match all because another couple had the same exact costumes on. I didn't care, cause we looked better than them anyways. I don't know. Maybe it's a woman thing.
There's another knock at the door and I swing it open. It's my best friend, Trey. "Ohhh shit!!"
"My boy!! Happy birthday, man!" He daps and embraces me. "Damn, Damian. You getting old, bro."
"Fuck you. You ain't that far behind."
"Ain't that some shit right? Lemme get a look at your costume. Ahhhhh I knew you was still a playboy."
"Nah. It ain't even like that anymore."
He sucks his teeth and purse his lips up. "Why you lyin'? I saw all them bunnies when I came in."
"I'm deadass. Plus, one of those bunnies happens to be my girl."
"Daaaamn. My boy really growing up on me. So you and Lei really did get back together huh?"
"Yeaah. You know we ain't going nowhere. What made you dress up as the Joker?"
"Oh peep this. I wanted to be Two-Face, but I couldn't find the suit and I ain't feel like putting all that bullshit on this beautiful face. Feel me? So I settled for something a little simpler." The Joker ain't simple.
"Aye, it looks good, though."
"Thanks, but I'll tell you what. If you ain't getting no dance tonight, I'd be happy to take your place." Trey grins.
"Oh, I'm definitely getting one later." She's got an hour left.
"Then what the fuck we doing up here? I'm ready to see some ass, man!"
We head back downstairs and the crowd goes off again. Damn, they really treating me like I'm a star tonight. I'ma need a few more shots for this type of energy.
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It's almost ten minutes before my birthday and I'm already tipsy. I think I've had at least ten shots if not more. I'm feeling a little too lit right now. I got one girl dancing on me and another feeling on my chest. I look over and see Trey dry humping the fuck out of some go-go dancer. Let's be real, I don't give a fuck how shitfaced I am, these bitches ain't my girl nor are they built like her. Call me a fucking simp or whatever. Where the fuck is my baby, so I can put a hole in her back.
"Awww where you going?" One of the clubgoers whined as I threw her off me.
"Ugh. Mi sto allontanando da voi pagani, cazzo." (I'm getting the fuck away from you heathens.)
I stumble away from the dance floor to go search for Leila, but I bump into my older brother's arms. "Whoaaa, fratello." Domenico says, holding me up straight. Alright maybe I'm a little drunk now.
"Dooom!" I drunkenly shout. "Bro, I didn't think you'd be here."
"Non penserei di perdere il tuo compleanno, fratello." (I wouldn't think to miss your birthday, brother.)
"That's wassup. Now we really gotta take a shot!"
"I think you've had enough." He straightens my cap. I have no idea where my robe went. I think I took it off, cause I started to get hot as fuck.
"Not yet but you definitely need one, though." One of the bunnies came by right on cue, with a bottle and two shots on her tray. "Thank you, doll."
"Damian." I sensed the warning sign in his tone.
"C'mon, man. Let loose a little. It's been a hectic week for the both of us."
He exhales. "Alright. Fine. For you? I'll do it. Only because it's your birthday. Cheers."
We both take our shots to the head.
"Is that Dom?" Romeo asks from a far. Now approaching our brother for a hug.
They interact between each other while I scope the club for Leila. I'm pretty tall, so it shouldn't be this difficult trying to find her. It doesn't make it easy though when I'm trying to search through beer goggles and there's fourteen other women dressed in the same fucking costume. Remember Dame... Vanilla Coach.
"Heyyyy! It's almost that time!!" I snap out of my thoughts when I hear Romeo attempting to shout over the music. Apollo shows up out of nowhere. I could be wrong though. He was probably standing there the whole time while I was too busy trying to stalk from a distance. They drag me to VIP in a secluded area. Come onnn.
The crowd follows as everyone begins a countdown. "5..... 4..... 3..... 2..... 1.... HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAMIANNNNNN!!!!!!!" A bunch of confetti shoots into the sky. I'm officially 26 years old. Two girls, one of them who I assume is Nia, hauls this large ass cake with a picture of my face on it. Damn I look good. They place it down on the table.
Apollo makes this menacing look as if he wanted to do something outlandish. He quickly grabs a piece of cake and attempts to throw it at me, but my smart ass quickly ducks and it hits Romeo.
He retaliates by throwing one back, but this time it hits Domenico. Next thing you know, the whole club is involved in a food fight. Shit. This is definitely gonna be a bitch to clean up, but fuck it. It's my birthday. That reminds me. "Where the fuck is my girl at?"
I'm getting horny and frustrated the more I'm not able to find her. I stop in my tracks when I smell her perfume fly pass my nose. I look all around and everyone's still fighting, but I don't care. I trust security will handle that. When I turn to the right, I see Leila striding down towards the neon purple hallway that's off limits to people who don't work here. I hear "There Goes My Baby" by Usher playing in my head.
I follow behind. My vision's blurry and I'm still stumbling. Her scent attracts me towards her as she keeps walking away from me. "Oh. You wanna play hard to get huh?"
She giggles.
"You don't wanna play this game with me, baby. You know I always win."
"Not this time." She says seductively. Her voice is a little higher than usual. Damn. I must be really fucked up.
"Is that right?"
"Is what right?" Another voice echoes behind me. "Baby, I've been looking all over for you. I went to the bathroom after everyone started throwing cake. What are you doing down here?" Leila??? "Who were you talking to?"
If this is my girl then who the fuck was I talking to? "You... I..." I'm too wasted and too confused to analyze what just happened.
"Damian are you drunk? You didn't take anything did you?" I can't even answer her question cause I'm honestly not sure. I'm rocking back and forth. I'm on the verge of falling flat on my face.
"Baby..." I fall against the wall, but she holds me up. Well, at least she tries to. I slid down the wall, now in a crouching position.
"Oh my God. Baby, I'll be back. I'ma go get your brothers."
"No, no. Stay with me, baby." I grab for her hand so she would sit next to me and she complies. "Don't leave me. Please, don't ever leave me, baby."
"I wouldn't do that to you, Damian. But I do need to grab one of your brothers to get you out of here. I'll just use your phone." I nod weakly. I put my head down as the room feels like it's spinning.
The last thing I remember is Leila calling Romeo and Apollo for help. I can barely keep my eyes open. Then, I hear a bunch of masculine voices surrounding and assisting me up off the ground. Everything else just goes blank after that.
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