Sucker MC

The Plan - The Meet

        "It's hot as fuck," Romeo groused. "I'm sweating through my shirt."

     "Who's fault is that? Told you about those five for one Walgreen's deodorant deals." Trey checked the map on his phone. "Only three more blocks."

        "What you didn't tell me about is your broke ass A/C," Romeo said, fanning himself with a Pizza Hut take-out menu.. "This joint better be wall-to-wall honeys."

        Sweat nightclub had only been open for three weeks yet in that time it had already become the go to spot for the Clyde Park, Eastmore and Hallendale neighborhoods. One reason was its three dance floors - each on a different level - and their state of the art light and sound. Sweat was the first 'Whisper Club' - where specialized ceiling speakers focused the throbbing beats on just the dance floor while the surrounding seating areas remained quiet enough to hold normal conversations. Conversations were the second reason Sweat had become hot - it attracted honeys by the hundreds. Not just the everyday, around the way honeys but also the industrial strength, built by God honeys who ordinarily bypassed the local club scene for the bright lights, big city joints where the rappers and pro athletes hung out. When their rarified demographic starting making Sweat their nightime home, suddenly gaining entry became a problem and finding a close parking spot nearly impossible. Parking had gotten so bad, that enterprising folk in the surround Eastmore neighborhood started leasing out their lawns as temporary parking spots and were easily getting $20 a slot despite being a half mile or more away.

        "I can't believe we paid $25 for that spot," Romeo said.

        "Damn, Romeo - anthing else you want to cry about? If we hadn't we'd still be driving. You need to be happy that Donut had a pass for your mooching ass. How long we been trying to get in this joint?" Trey popped his collar and rubbed in a little Drakkar.

        Romeo was about to reply when they turned the corner to Barksdale Avenue and the spotlights of Sweat lit up the night. Rotating spotlights gave the club the look of a Hollywood premier - that and the human line that snaked down the block and around the corner.

       "Oh hell yeah," Romeo said as he took in the buffet of high heels, short skirts, fresh day weaves and low cut tops. "It's gonna be a good night."

        Trey spotted Donut next to the entrance talking to a tricked out honey. "There they go," he said pointing.

        Romeo got a sour look. "Damn, Lolo's here too? Man, you just be sure to keep her crazy ass away from me."

        LaToya Contreras worked with Donut at the West Grand parole office. Everyone called her Tonya except for Romeo who had taken to calling her Lolo on account of her being a cute, light skinned honey who was nothing but drama like Lolo Jones. In reality, the only drama was related to her shutting down Romeo's advances early and often - a phenomenon to which he was unaccustomed. 

        Donut was hot for her too, ever since they met during training. He would always ask her to speak Spanish to him and she would always tell him she wasn't Hispanic. Her last name came from her step-father, another brother she had no use for. As for Maceo - Donut's real name - she did admit to a soft spot for the big man. She found him genuine and funny but still considered him far from bringing home material.

        "Yo, Donut!" Trey yelled.

        The big man waved them over and Tonya and Romeo eyed each other up and down like two middleweight boxers clowning at the weigh-in. 

         "Lolo," he said sarcastically.

        "Caramelo," she replied. "Your mommy dress you tonight or did you borrow that outfit from your My Buddy doll?"

        "No, actually I got it from your moms as a gift right after I tapped that..."

        "Would y'all two shut the hell up and come on!" Donut said. "We're about to hit the club tonight. It's all good, baby, baaa-by."