Dark Withdrawals (boyxboy)

Shotgun

I pulled up, parked, and walked around to enter through the back entrance to avoid being blinded by the paparazzi. The weed filled atmosphere contaminated my lungs and triggered a yearning inside of me, as I made my way through to the VIP section I bought for the night.

"Ayo, what's up Steeze?" I dapped up the bouncer for the VIP.

"Chillin', chillin' Breezy. We got those bottles coming your way man. You don't want to add anyone to the list?"

"Nah I'm good, I think Drake bringing some people. You can let them in when they get here," he nodded in understanding and pretty soon the first bottle was popped.

I sipped my drink and bobbed my head, while watching everyone having fun on the dance floor. After a couple of songs passed, the DJ spoke in the mic, "We got a special guest in the building! Can you guess who?".

Then I heard the beat to my latest single "Look At Me Now" start playing. I smiled as the huge crowd erupted into shouts of approval and started looking for me. Soon, a spotlight was put on me, and I continued to smile down at everyone. I raised my glass and yelled "Let's get fucked up!". That caused even more chaos and everyone started dancing again. I sat my drink down and left the VIP to go down to the dance floor. I usually come in a small clique but this club is usually pretty chill, so I felt safe. When I got to the center of the square lit platform, I started moving my body, doing moves from video rehearsals I had. Everyone cheered me on, fueling my energy to keep going. When the song ended, the DJ spoke again, "Chris Brown, everyone! Turn the fuck up!" I joined them in yelling and screaming, and surprisingly had no problem getting back upstairs to VIP.

"Nice moves, Breezy" I walked passed Steeze to see Drake sitting by himself, smiling at me.

"Thanks bro, you know I do shit like this all day," I said as we pounded fists.

"Yeah man, maybe you can teach me something one day!" 

"Stop. What rapper you know dances these days? They just gonna call yo' ass gay," I laughed.

"Shit, they gonna say it anyway, so it doesn't matter" he chuckled. He had a point. We all had to hear about those gay rumors eventually.

"True. But ah, where is everyone? You didn't wanna bring nobody?"

"Shit, you invited me. I wasn't gonna just walk in here with a full crew. I thought you were bringing the bad bitches," he replied, taking a sip of champagne. 

"Nope, so I guess it' just me and you tonight, kid."

He laughed and sat back, reaching in his pocket. He pulled out a bag of my favorite shade of green and I could smell it already. I wet my lips in anticipation as I watched him roll one up, like a professional blunt roller. He flashed a smile at me and lit stress relieving stick. The burning smell only made me want it even worse. I knew I had to drive home, but seeing how I was already slightly intoxicated, I really didn't care about what I did.

"You want some of this shit, don't you?" he cheesed at me.

"Hell yeah, you passing that shit?"

"Damn nigga I ain't even puffed it yet," he laughed, "but come here". I got up and walked over to him, my vision already slightly blurred. I tripped over myself and fell, laughing.

"My bad, my bad," I apologized as I picked myself up off of him.

"It's cool. You know what a shotgun is right?" he asked me.

"Yeah, but you ain't doing that to me. That's some gay shit, nigga" He just laughed and blew the smoke in my face anyway. The smell itself, mixed with his minty breath was enough to send me into overdrive.