Compton Club ON HOLD (90s Celebs)

Chapter 3: New Stranger

Eric

"Thanks for giving me a ride," T said sitting in the passenger seat next to me.

"No problem," I said.

"Even though I didn't ask," she mumbled. I chuckled. T is the hardest girl I've ever tried to get with. I think I'm getting closer though.

We pulled up at the club and she was quick to get out the car.

"Whoa whoa whoa, slow down baby girl." I wrapped my arm around her.

She arched her eyebrow. "Get your arm from around me."

I smirked doing what she told me. "Anything for you."

"Why are you so full of shit? You know what? Instead of trying to get into my pants maybe you should focus on getting in that little girl's pants."

"What little girl?"

"Diana!"

"I ain't worried about her."

She rolled her eyes. "Wow Eazy." I watched her stroll away into the club.

"Hey daddy!" Janet hollered across the parking lot. She ran to me. "Wow you look sexy as usual."

"Thanks baby. Damn that ass looks juicy."

"It's all for you baby."

"Where's your car?"

"Over there. Wanna ride?"

"You know I do."

Diana

"Hey T," I said entering the club. As I sat at the bar Left Eye walk past giving me the stank eye.

"Working another shift?"

"Yeah. I need more money."

"Want more money from here? Sit on Eric's face," Dr. Dre said sitting next to me.

"Who's Eric?"

"Eazy."

"That's his name?"

"What? You though Eazy was written on his birth certificate?" T questioned. I shrugged. "Pac whatchu  doing here?"

"Came for a show."

"You come here often?"

"Whenever I can get away from Suge."

"Why do you work for him?" T asked.

"I get paid a lot."

"Not when you're giving me my money. Speaking of which, payday is tomorrow."

"I know."

"What do you pay her for?" I asked.

"Nothing," they said in unison. I rose my eyebrows at their answer.

The front door swung open revealing a tall man walking in. My eyes darted in his direction as he looked around. Light brown skin, huge brown eyes, and some muscular arms.

"Damn," I mumbled. I couldn't tell but it seemed like he was staring, smiling, at me. He approached the bar, sitting on the opposite side of Tupac.

"Nice club," he said. "What's it take to get a drink around here?"

"How bout you ask for one first," T snapped.

He chuckled softly. "Right, my bad. I'll have a Long Island Iced Tea."

"Hi there," I said approaching him. "How you doin' tonight?"

"I'm good," he said glancing at me for a second.