Distraction

Let's begin

The music was blasting loudly, making people in the dizzy from the alcohol crowd swing to the beat, move their bodies in the way their senses were telling them to, letting the music lead them. She appeared in the entrance with her slow confident walk and stopped for a moment as if observing everything but nobody in particular. It was a high-class New York club, and she could spot some familiar and maybe, not that pleasant faces. Instantly, she felt the glances turning into her direction with interested looks. Oh yeah, shall we begin?

She made her way ahead, not really bothering for greetings. The smell of weed and alcohol were reaching her stronger and stronger with every step, and that was the atmosphere she was looking for. The girls were following her without many words, stopping from time to time to say "Hi" to those they knew.

'Ms Fenty, I just heard you arrived, it's an honor. Glad to see you at my party' a few steps later Robyn's way was suddenly blocked by a guy who had to be that Interscope host. He was good-looking with a white, almost Hollywood smile, and maybe, that smile was his biggest problem. It was making his expression look a little far-fetched. No, definitely not my type.

'Thank you for inviting me' she smiled back, and it was pleasant. Maybe, even just a little bit sly, flirty. But that was what she wanted to be that night. And it was not a bad way to start.

'I'll walk you to your place in VIP. I have the best drinks and dance-floor for you and your girls tonight' he suggested in a welcoming gesture, throwing a look over her shoulder at her companions. Girls giggled at his servility. Only the way girls can do.

The host with a Hollywood smile led them to the VIP without any trouble. She could spot a few handsome faces on her way and made a mental note that one of them could have been to good use that night. Their fascinated and lustrous glances were telling her that it was easier than whistling "Dixie" so she decided to give it a second thought later, after a few drinks.

The VIP met her with a good acquaintance. Fifty spotted her first, widening his lips in a smile. She never really hanged out with him properly, they had just work agreements. But seeing Curtis Jackson was pleasant every time thanks to his outstanding persona and just the way he was carrying himself. That night she needed to be more like Fifty, not giving a fuck about anybody and just doing her thing.

'Robyn, it's good to see you again' he reached for her hand gracefully and gave it a light kiss in an almost dramatic movement which made her chuckle lightly and genuinely. Maybe, for the first time that night.

'Thank you, glad to see you too' she nodded in a warm tone, enjoying his friendliness.

'You should find Em, he's somewhere here' Fifty licked his lips mindlessly after a few general "how are you?" phrases, sending his glance to look for Marshall in the crowd. So... That wasn't just a rumor.

'How did you get him here? I know parties is not something he goes to that often' she asked, lifting an eyebrow curiously. All of a sudden, she felt a genuine interest in what Marshall was doing there. More so, it was an urge to find out where he was. They were always on good terms so that urge felt natural somehow.

'Damn right' Fifty smirked in an enjoyable manner of his. They were standing not far away from the VIP entrance. That was where Fifty caught her. The girls headed straight to their booth along with the host to order drinks. 'But it's an Interscope party, his label. It's something Em made sure not to miss. That decision didn't happen without me playing my part, though' he winked playfully, causing her to smile. That what Fifty was all about. Marshall couldn't have a better friend.

'Yo, Fifty, I've been looking for you everywhere. Where you've been?' all of a sudden she heard a voice not far away from them. From the low velvet tone, she recognized who was the owner. That most certainly was the reason why the smile didn't leave her expression and she turned her head to face him.