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Chapter three - WE OWN THE NIGHT
November 1, 1998 - A little over two weeks later
Beyoncé, Kelly, Latavia and Latoya were at a night club after having a concert that night. Kelly and Latoya were on the dance floor with two guys. Latavia was sitting in the VIP with a few people and Beyoncé had just left the ladies room.
She proceeded pass the dance floor and towards the bar area. She needed a drink. Something with a little alcohol and fruit.
"Hey. What can I get you?" The bar tender spoke, watching her take a seat on the stool.
"I'll have a...margarita. Lime. Thanks."
Ooh how I like it
I try but I can't fight it
Oh, your dancing real close
Plus real real slow
Too Close by Next was playing throughout the club at the time. "You're making it hard for meee." She song; her eyes wandering the club. Lights were flashing. Bodies were moving across the floor. It was pretty packed and live.
"Here you go." She quickly watched the bar tender sit her drink on the counter in front of her.
"Thank you."
"Sure." She grabbed the glass, taking a sip of the substance.
Laughter brought her attention to two guys standing a few feet away from her at the bar. "You know she's gonna want you to buy the drink." It was JC talking with Justin. "That's all it takes. Buy it and she'll be begging you to take her back to the hotel. You gotta learn, Justin. I know you're young and..."
"I don't have time for that. I just wanna finish this tour and get back to Memphis. It's been hell since we started."
"It's all your fault." What were they talking about, Beyoncé thought.
"And how? I was hoping I could have her come with us. Now she's angry with me. I didn't abandon her. I'm working. This is WORKING, right?" She knew immediately that he was talking about a girl. "I'm tired of it. I think I'm gonna call her tonight and end it. I don't have time for relationships right now any way."
She held her head down, biting her lip in thought.
"Women." He mumbled, slowly looking to his right to notice a familiar woman sitting at the bar. His heart fluttered the second they met eyes.
"I'm gonna go back out on the floor. I see some familiar faces." JC finished off his alcohol before making his way on the dance floor.
Beyoncé kept quiet while sipping on her drink and taking in the music blasting from the speakers. Justin stood there debating on whether to approach her. They hardly speak. When they see one another, it's just a hi and bye. He never engaged in a real conversation with her. "Can I take a vodka?" She looked over at him. At the time he was ordering a drink.
