Revolutionaries Don't Fall In Love

Sweet Sixteen (Pt. II)

Huey didn't like parties. Granted, he didn't like a lot of things, but parties had to be at a high place on his list. He didn't' know if it was the loud, obnoxious music, the amount of unknown people or the greasy food that didn't agree with his stomach, but either way, Huey was the very definition of a party-pooper.

A fact that his best friend, an avid party-goer, did not gloss over.

"Man, I dunno what the hell is stuck up your ass, but you seriously need to get it out!" He yelled after returning to the table, a cup filled with blue liquor and a goofy smile decorating his face. Huey could tell that he wasn't exactly sober. "your grandaddy ain't here no more! Relax, have a drink!" Huey rolled his eyes, pushing the cup away when Caesar set it in front of him. Firstly, he wasn't an avid drinker, and even if he was, he'd have to drive Dorothy back home since granddad had taken a taxi home only an hour into the party and one too many glasses of wine.

"I'm good. And maybe you should chill with that," He warned but Caesar simply sucked his teeth and rolled his eyes. "Why are you here disturbing my peace and quiet anyway? Weren't you dancing?"

"One, if you're at a fucking sweet sixteen party, there's no way you can seriously expect either peace or quiet. Two, I was vibin', but Cindy and Riley scurried off to make out somewhere, Hiro is annoying the shit out of the DJ and I don't even know where the hell is Jazmine." He took another sip of the blue drink, his face grimacing slightly. "And she's supposed to be the birthday girl, damn."

"I thought that by now you'd already be thirstin' over a random girl." Caesar grinned at him, shrugging.

"Gotta get some more liquid courage in me, feel me?" He trusted that Caesar could hold his liquor, but have him a wary look anyway. He did not want to carry anyone's ass that night. "Oh, look who decided to show up," Huey turned to the place Caesar was pointing and saw Jazmine making a beeline towards their table. In the place of her gown was a knee-length dress of the same color and though she still had that everlasting smile on her face, she did look rather exasperated. "lovely to see you around here, Jazz."

"Oh, shut up," She said, plopping down at the chair beside him. "I've been running around for hours taking pictures, the only time I actually got to dance was that stupid father-daughter dance- And it was not funny, Michael Caesar!" Jazmine scolded, though she was unable to keep the giggle out of her voice for much longer. "I think I can relax for a bit..."

"Aw hell no girl, let's dance, the DJ's playing sum old school shit, I'm digging it!" Cesar eagerly stood up, pulling Jazmine up by her arm. "Come ooon Jazzy-Boo, you owe us this!" The girl sighed dramatically and stood up, giggling at Caesar's giddiness. He was too funny when he was tipsy. "Now we just need to get Grumpy Pants-"

"I don't dance." Huey cut him bluntly.

"Oh, but you will today!" Jazmine demanded. "Come on Huey! Can you at least pretend you're enjoying yourself?" He glared at her, crossing his arms over his chest, but then her doe eyes became more pronounced and her lower lip jutted out into a pout.

Goddamn

"Please Huey?" Huey sighed, shaking his head, trying not to let himself fall prey to her dramatics. "For me? For my birthday?" Caesar tried to give him the puppy dog look too but it wasn't quite as cute.

"Okay, okay! Damn," The girl squeaked, grabbing his hand and guiding him to the dance floor. He urgently needed to find a way to not be affected by her persuasiveness.

they quickly found Cindy twerking in front of Riley to the sound of 'I Wanna Fuck You' By Akon. Huey could tell from a mile away that his brother was drinking and saw the bright blue wristband on Cindy's wrist, but opted on not causing a scene right then and there only for Jazmine's sake.