run of the mill.

26th

The club was jumping by the time Beyonce and Farrah got on. Beyonce had called a cab and gotten a ride to the well-known hot spot and waited outside sexily for Farrah to pull her car up to valet. Her friend was older than her by a few years but she was so regal and calm Beyonce felt comfortable around her. She was a giant too, standing at almost 6' it was a wonder she'd fallen in love with a big man. Beyonce realized she had to. But her husband was almost 6'5 with a mean tackle.

They danced and partied and Beyonce drank since Farrah drove. "You want another one?" Farrah asked as Beyonce came back from the dance floor. This dress was too cute to sweat in. Beyonce shook her head, feeling a little buzzed and reaching her limit. Farrah ordered herself another ginger ale and a bottled water for Beyonce.

"Wouldn't want you getting' zooted anyway," Farrah said. "What with that sexy ass man you got in ya house waiting on you."

Beyonce rolled her eyes. "Stop please, you're killing my buzz."

"Bet drunk sex with that man is fun."

"Farrah."

"He's a talker ain't he," she said as though it was normal conversation. Farrah looked out from the VIP level at the people dancing and crossed her long legs as she spoke over the rim of her nearly empty ginger ale. "Bet he asks you if you like it and shit."

"Farrah!"

"What? Little shy ass sit there and act like he don't lay the pipe if you want to," she only chuckled as Beyonce giggled and blushed. She sat her cup down and looked over her young friend. Farrah smiled. "You can always tell when a man is good in bed with one quick trick."

Beyonce lifted an interest brow. "Oh yeah?"

Farrah nodded and leaned closer. "You get your ass in and find out."

Beyonce burst into fits of laughter and held her stomach as she laughed. Farrah chucked and shook her head. "No seriously. I'ma tell you." She waited until Beyonce had quieted to a wide smile before she lowered her voice and leaned closer. "When a man sits down," she said quietly. "And he kicks his right leg out farther than the other... he can fuck."

Beyonce made a face. "What? That don't make since."

Farrah lifted her eyebrows and shrugged, picking up her cup and holding it to her lips. "It's true."

Beyonce grinned. "What if he's left handed?"

"Don't matter," Farrah said swiftly.

"Farrah kicking your leg out is a mannerism. Something you grow over time."

Farrah smiled and sat her cup down. "Right. You can always tell which ones got some and matured over time because of how they sit their legs. If they sit with their toes pointed toward each other they are getting there but they ain't quite got it. If they sit on the outside of their shoes, feet turned completely on their side, they haven't matured at all and still fuck like they sit; fourteen."

Farrah's smile turned into a smirk. "But if they sit with that right leg out even a little further than the left, girl they got it."

Beyonce shook her head with her silly grin still plastered on her face. "That's the silliest thing I've ever heard."

"It's true."

"Yeah ok."

Farrah drove Beyonce home that night. Her friend had been drinking and hadn't brought a car with her anyway. Beyonce carried her shoes in her hand up the stairs to her apartment. It was barely four and she was curious as to where the paparazzi were but she shook it off before they heard her thinking their presence.