Page 48 of It’s The Dawg In Him For Me

Me and KeKe laughed.

“I’ma slide with my man. He already there and said that it's lit,” KeKe said.

I smiled, glad all my girls had a plan. I planned to just enjoy myself before I had to lock in on my next school project.

After we were all dressed and took enough pictures, KeKe drove us to Brooklyn. I was already lit, but we kept passing the bottle around the whole ride.

When we got to the club, it was live like KeKe mans said. People were pouring from inside the club to out in the street. We locked arms and moved through the crowd of people and made our way in, and I damn sure wish we hadn’t.

Inside was hot as hell. It was wall-to-wall people. The bottle girls were sweating with them damn sparklers. Niggas was causing fights soon as we walked in for bumping into each other.

KeKe saw her man and led us to his section. He got us situated with drinks, then it didn’t take long for KeKe to be hugged up on her man and Ari, Densie, and Raven plotting on niggas they saw when we walked through.

“We are about to walk around, are you cool?” Raven asked.

I nodded. “Go ahead, I’ma sip on my drink.”

They walked off, and I sat there sipping on my drink and swayed to the music while I was on my phone. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw somebody sit beside me. I glanced ova, and it was this brown-skinned, tatted-up nigga with braids.

Once we locked eyes, he moved closer to me.

“Wussup, ma?”

“How are you?” I asked.

“I'm good, sexy. What’s your name?” he asked.

“Nylah, and you?”

“I'm Blaze.”

I looked him up and down for a second. “This party for you, right?”

He smiled. The light caught the diamond in his side tooth, and it danced.

“Yeah, for me and my twin.” He paused and looked me up and down while licking his lips. “I don’t normally do this, but um… I need to see how that body moves. You tryna dance for me?”

I laughed and stood up, reaching for his hand.

“Only ‘cause you just came home.”

I led Blaze out to the floor. He spun me around and pulled me against him.

I could feel all of him pressed against me, almost throbbing as we moved along to the music.

“Damn, girl,” he said low. “You know a nigga just got home.”

I laughed and reached back, pulling him closer into me.

“That’s fine,” I whispered in his ear. “We have all night, right?”

He wrapped his arms around my waist. “We do, Lil’ Mama.”

We danced a few songs, then his people called him off to the side, and I went back to my section to see what my girls were up to.

“Girl, how the fuck you get the nigga fresh out?!” KeKe asked.

I laughed. “That nigga came up to me.”