Old For This

The XO Crew were all in the living room of their large luxury home in Toronto. They were waiting to go clubbing that night, but Abel seemed to take forever to get ready. The five men wore the same Roots Varsity jacket and some chains. Cash opened the front door and yelled, "Little bro!
C'mon dude, let's go!"
"Hey man, you take longer than a bitch to get ready!" Lamar added.
Abel shouted from upstairs, "Alright alright, already! Just forgot to-"
A flash appeared from inside the large house, and it seemed to come from the room that Abel was in. The group was silent, then Belly remarked, "Haven't even been to the club yet and I'm trippin!"
"Me, too!" Everyone else murmured amongst themselves. After a heartbeat of more silence, Cash, the XO second-in-command, went to the bottom of the stairs and hollered, "Abe, what the hell happened!? Are you okay? Did you get shocked by that bad electrical socket in your room again?"
"What socket, son?" An elderly voice cracked. Getting increasingly worried, Cash asked, "Who is that with you Abel?"
"No, it's just me here, Abel!" The voice answered. Then a grunt came from the top of the steps, and something plastic dropped onto the hardwood. Then some muttered curses came. Another "clack" from the plastic thing echoed down the dark hallway, and the crew just stood there in disbelief, ready to give that strange, confused old man a bad time about sneaking into their crib. CLACK. CLACK. CLACK. CLACK. CLACK. CLACK. CLACK. After three more rounds of those noises, the elderly person revealed themselves at the bottom and into the light with a grunt about how the stairs hurt his hips. Cash's jaw dropped. All they could do was stare at the very short, shaking, humble old man hunched over his walker. There was no mistaking that it was their friend Abel. His hair had the usual look and height, except that it was flecked with grey and white here and there (it's called salt and pepper.) The singer's normally soft baby-like face had wrinkles and drooped, accentuating the parentheses between the nose and upper lip. It looked comically similar to that of Droopy the Dog. His hands were bony and covered in darker liver spots. Abel's tan skin was soft flexible crêpe that was extremely tender to the touch. His silver walker had XO decals taped to all four legs. While everyone else, including Casg, shook their heads, old man Weeknd asked, "Is there a party? May I go with you kids?"
Cash looked at the crew and everyone shrugged. Cash told him, "No sir, not tonight. Aren't you too old to be doing it?"
"Aw sonny," Abel said, putting an ancient hand on his friend's shoulder. "You know I've been to the House of Balloons many times, I can handle it. Now I would have a swell time, Mr. Money Man."
Lamar giggled, and Cash glared at him; he stopped.
"No Abel, my name's Cash, and I'm your friend, remember?" Abel thought for a second, then said, "Ain't ringing no bells, son."
Cash said, "Well, we're gonna go to something that's faster and more exciting. You wanna come with us?"
"Fast and exciting, huh? But I'm worried that I might see that rude lady Veronica, the one I sang about. I've always wondered what the deal with her was. One day we were fine and dandy, and played many games of Cribbage, then the next day she didn't wanna have nothin to do with me. She don't like me no more."
Abel shook his head and let out a long, sad sigh. Cash put a hand on his shoulder and said, "Awww, don't cry old man. You got the crew by your side. No worries." Abel's wrinkled face lit up, and a smile worked its way across his face. Everyone else was taken aback by his still-perfect teeth, natural teeth. The old man then frowned and asked, "Hey, what're ya lookin at? Do I got liver spots on my face now?"
Casg said "No! Your teeth are flawless for your age!" As the crew stepped out, Cash came out last and secured the house. He stayed behind to help his old friend to the car. The walker lifted and dropped down the sidewalk, and scraped every other second. When all the men were in the car, Abel exclaimed, "Oh, dang nabbit! Forgot my stool softeners back at the studio!"

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The club was popping. Strippers did their thing on the poles, and as the group got set up with the drugs and alcohol of their choice, a young woman of eighteen recognized Abel, surprisingly enough, and swooped over to their table. It was Bella, the blooming model.
"Abel! My little nug, you're here! How's it going, babe?"
She wrapped her arms around him tightly like a little girl with a large beloved stuffed animal. A popping sound came from the elder; she was quite oblivious to his state.
"Uhf! My back!" He cried. The XO crew just stared at her, and she stammered, "Uh, did-did I do something wrong?"
Abel was clueless, so he kindly dismissed her action. "No little girl, you haven't done a thing! Here, sit down!" The crew sighed, wanting to knock the clue back into him, but they couldn't. She sat down. After some small talk, Abel contemplated her familiarity. 'She looks so familiar,' he thought, and took a sip of his wine.
"So, about you, honey. Your name is..."
"Oh, c'mon, you know It's B-"
"Uh, Veronica?" Although he really didn't know what her name was, the pale diva pursed her lips angrily. She was losing patience with her boyfriend quickly.
"So Veronica, why are you being so nice? I thought you didn't like me anymore?" His voice sounded innocent, and trembled a bit with some emotion. It was Bella's turn to speak; she regained some composure.
"That's not true, Abel. I still like you. I'm crazy for my cute deer flower nugget! Also, my name's not VALERIE."
"Ahhh!" He snapped his fingers. "Now I remember..."
Bella's face began to light up, but then it collapsed into a frown as he said, "Betty! Forgive me, sweetie! You just look so much like Veronica-"
Bella pounded her fist on the mahogany tabletop in a very diva-like tantrum. She raised her voice and said, "Damn it, I'm BELLA. You're girl-"
"Hush, let me finish, Betty, I apologize! Please, give papa a kiss." He leaned forward, trembling, and puckered his lips.
Bella yelled, "You know what, fuck you, Abel! You can't even remember who I am! We're through!" The crew gasped, and shrank back to let the leader handle it. Abel stood up with his walker and said while shaking his fist at her, "Well, you can't even have manners, so go eat a bar of soap! Shame on you!"
Bella couldn't lay hands on the old man, so she looked appalled and instead stomped outside of the club. She was seen hailing a taxi from out their window. The crew cheered Abel on, and the old fellow was quite pleased with himself. Belly asked him, "You alright, gramps?" He adjusted his walker with a click and said, "You bet! Now that takes care of Betty! Different from Veronica, but just as nasty!"
The crew looked exasperated from the held-in urge to correct from the beginning, but since the night was getting older, they let it go. No need to bother the old man anymore. He yawned.
"Hookay then, who's tired? I sure am!"
No one else was ready to go home yet, but Cash called a taxi for Abel to take him home that night. A horn honked outside, and the driver came in and helped Old Man Weeknd out to the car. As they took off, Abel introduced himself.
"Well hello there! My name's The Weekday. Nice to meet you!"
The driver could have sworn this was the guy who sang with Ariana Grande, but he was too tired from his shift to guess. They kept going in silence.