Page 10 of Ony If It's You
Once we arrived, we were escorted inside the bar to the section that they had reserved for us for the night. The bar was really nice. Each booth had a couch on both sides of it with two small tables between them. The setting was dark with only a purple light hanging above each section. I loved the discretion of it. You couldn’t really tell who was in the other sections. The dance floor, however, was brightly lit and full of drunk, dancing patrons.
“Hello, ladies.” A waiter approached wearing nothing but some short, tight shorts that resembled spanx.
We all smiled and greeted him.
“Who’s the lucky lady?” he asked.
“That would be me,” Brooke piped up and damn near climbed across the table to grab the man’s awaiting hand.
Celeste and I locked eyes as we looked on. The heffa was about to get married but damn near about to jump on this man in here. I guess she needed to live it to the fullest on her last day as a single woman.
Celeste snickered. “Damn,Ms. Legitimize. You sure are doing a lot to be getting married tomorrow, aren’t you?”
The waiter took our bottle order since that was one of the requirements in order to sit in the section that we were in. We all agreed on Don Julio Anejo with Red Bull and Sprite as chasers.
“DamnMs. I don’t have a man, you sure are clocking me pretty heavy.” Brooke smirked.
“It’s hard not to when your drool is all over the place with your thirsty ass,” Celeste rebutted.
I held a hand up in front of each of them. “Okay, we are not doing this with the two of you bitches all night. We’re out of town to celebrate your union, Brooke, so cut all that catty shit out, and Celeste, you cut it out too. This is her weekend, so she can do what she wants. If you bitches want to reconvene on bitingeach other’s heads off, do it when we get back to Crescent Falls. Okay?”
I looked at each of them before they finally mumbled under their breaths.
“How do you deal with this shit every day, Lani?” Dana, Brooke’s sister-in-law, asked me.
“Oh, girl this is nothing compared to how they were when we were in school,” I answered, waving her off.
“Girl, I’ll remember to pray for your mental,” she joked but didn’t know how much I really needed it. Dealing with the two of them was a task. I got tired of being in the middle of their little mouth battles. The funniest thing about it all was that they had never come to blows. They’d gotten close, but never went all the way there.
That one little pep talk seemed to do it because after that we were all able to get the festivities going. Brooke really let loose. We took a million shots, danced, did karaoke. She even ended up on the main bar area on her back allowing random men and women to take body shots off of her. Seeing that let me know that we were in for a long night.
A few hours later, we were leaving the third bar of the night and headed to our last stop. It just so happened to be Drai’s, a popular night club in Vegas inside of the hotel we were staying in. I was surprised that any of us were even able to still stand let alone walk into a club and keep drinking. I needed it though. It had been so long since I had been able to just get drunk and let loose, so I was really enjoying myself and my time out.
Who is that nigga back there?
Pharaoh was snapping me as usual after investigating my pictures and videos.
Hopefully my new man.
As long as you ready for that nigga to die.
Sucking my teeth, I rolled my eyes and left him on read. I wasn’t about to entertain his goofy ass. He could parade around the very city we lived in with a million hoes, but he wanted to press me about what I was doing. I think the fuck not. Like my best friend had said, he was going to be sick when I popped out with my man.
“Girl, we’re about to head out,” Brooke’s sister said, jarring me from my thoughts of my kids’ father.
“What? Why?’ I asked looking at all of them.
Brooke was a drunk ass mess with her head dangling between her shoulders and her arms tossed around two of the girls’ shoulders. I couldn’t believe she wentthathard, but you couldn’t tell her anything. All she kept yelling was that this was her last night single and she wanted to go all in.
“She is done for. We need to sober her up a bit before tomorrow. I know her ass is going to be hungover,” her sister answered and I nodded. I knew that she was going to be sick as hell tomorrow and would likely blame all of us for it.
“Okay, come on.”
We all helped in escorting her out of the club. When we made it to the main lobby area, we stopped and waited for the elevator. When it arrived, they piled on, stopping Celeste and me from entering.
“Y’all go back and have fun, we have her,” they suggested.
Celeste and I looked at each other confused before focusing our attention back on them.
