Red Dice

Chapter 2

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Chapter 2

Collins shows up a few minutes late in his Nissan skyline. “Always trying to compete with me?” I chuckle, gesturing to his car. He laughs and thinks it’s in his best interest to place his hands barely above my butt as he attempts to escort me to his car. I roll my eyes. I’m in a good mood at the chance to party on the avenue with a buddy, so I let it slide. He seems to get a smug look on his face. “Any other day of the week I would have shoved your face in the pavement, and told you, ‘I hope the pavement looks better than my ass ‘cause that’s the only show your going to see tonight,’ so don’t push it,” I tell him.

He wipes the stupid grin off his face and asks me, “Expecting to be partying tonight?” he says as he surveys me up and down. “You know me too well,” he adds in a sly tone as we get in the car and he starts the engine.

“Can’t you just tell a girl she looks good and get on with it?” I ask him playfully.

He smiles. “Alright, alright. You look good Rakesh…but I’ve seen better,” he says, shaking his head as if he wants me to take the subject further. I’ve never been one to please, but those cannot be the last words. Mainly because I get the last words… always.

“Oh please! Collins, save yourself the embarrassment!” I reply, my tone portraying sarcasm though I am dead serious. “I am the best damn thing you’ve ever seen.”

All he says is, “We’ll see.”

Cocky bastard! I think to myself, but deep down. Its because I know that I don’t like the idea of their being somebody better than me. “See we will,” I reply, a determined look on my face. As you may have already discovered what with the target practice earlier this morning, I am a sucker for challenges. I simply just can’t pull away from one, not that it’s a bad thing, because I usually win them, and sometimes, I can make over a hundred bucks doing it.

The rest of the car ride is silent. The lights of the city gleaming in my eyes always gives me the urge to party, and believe me, when I go to parties, it is not my first rodeo. I know the way things work in those joints, and as the skyline slows, Collins tries to park to far away for my liking. “Mind if we park closer?“ I say to him. “Incase we have to make a quick exit?” He smirks and does as I ask. Its not that I am high maintenance, its that I am one of those freaks who is obsessed with doing things my way.

Not to be the person who always has to point out that I’m right all the time, but he picked a private club just as I suspected. There’s a large black man in a tux whom I assume is the bouncer, and a decent sized line piled up in front of him. I’ll have to think of something to do about that. I have always said my greatest weakness is my low patience level.

Collins finishes parking and steps out to fill the meter. I kick the car door open, and I swear fifty heads turn even when all I am showing is my legs! It is as though I am from a movie, and have arrived in a limo just as a light breeze blows by, ruffling my hair. I return their stares with a glare that emphasizes that I am not some doll who’s going to be picked up by just any old trailer trash. My red lipstick is bold and clashes nicely with my fashion made entirely out of black and it definitely draws attention. That is what I love… attention. I like to make my victims work! I slam the door, and Collins comes around the car to stand beside me. As Collins places his arm around my waist, and we walk together, I see a few blokes look as though their spirits have just been crushed. I pretend not to notice, and take on a new look: eyes remain spellbinding, hips swaying a little here, a little there, and walking with cat-like precision. I truly am a deadly dream.