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Shaggy Blonde Hair did not move an inch. Instead, he reached out his hand to me and introduced himself, “I’m John.”
I might not like a person, but I would never be rude to a person who reached out his hand. I shook his hand and said, “I’m Sedona. These are my friends, Nalee and Tanya. How can I help you, John?” John’s eyes stayed on Tanya. With a crooked smile, he looked at me again, “My friends and I were actually wondering if you ladies would like to join us at a club?”
Nalee asked, “Is it 21 and over?”
John looked confused, “You mean, is the club 21 and over?”
Nalee nodded her head.
“Yeah, 21 and over, why?” John said, “You guys are 21, right?” His face lined with worry.Uh oh, he was probably thinking, “Shit, what did I get myself into?”
Nalee explained, “Yes, of course we are. We just don’t want to get stuck with a bunch of teenagers if the club is 18 and over.”
John seemed to relax with Nalee’s explanation. He asked again, “You guys cool with hanging out with us?”
Tanya answered for us, “Of course, why not? Finals are over and we’re in the party mode
tonight. Let’s go join them.”
Tanya knew my routine so she avoided my eyes. Nalee whispered to me, with her pleading hazel eyes, “Please, Sedona! Can we stay out for a bit? I don’t think I can stand moping around, thinking of Jerome in the apartment.”
I didn’t have the heart to say no to Nalee. I got the feeling that she wanted to forget about Jerome and his drama, even just for a night, so I remained silent.
A shriek almost escaped Tanya. She looked like she was really enjoying Mr. Shady Blonde, err, John’s attentions.
“Ok, let me tell the guys,” John said.
“We’ll meet you out front,” Tanya suggested. She had mentioned that she wanted to go to the ladies’ room before we left.
Zander
John was freaking’ awesome! He got the ladies to agree to go with us to the club. I got game. Really good game when it came to the ladies. For some reason, knowingSHEwas there made me clam up. WTF?! I was going to introduce myself but before I could stand up, John was walking to her table.
He must have heard me ask the server to bring a bottle of wine to their table. I thought I was inconspicuous. John must have had his ultra-hearing on high alert because he knew exactly where to go. I could have followed him but it be kind of to have 2 guys approach a table when the ladies seemed engrossed in their conversation.
Dom was quiet, watching the events with a smirk, he said, “Dude, at this rate, if you keep watching John walk to those ladies’ table, you’ll be asking John to fuckin’ put a condom on your dick,” to the raucous cheers of the other guys.
Xavier also stood up to follow John. I put my arm out to block his exit.
“No dude. John’s there already.”
My message was clear. Firm, direct.Don’t mess with it.
Unwilling to believe me, Xavier said, “Just going to get some air, bro.”
“I said no, dude. Wait for John to get back.” Knowing Xavier, he’d go straight to her table and say something stupid or do something stupid which could totally backfire on us.
Xavier stayed where he was at and sat back. He knew when I was not messing around. I focused my gaze back to the TV screen in front of me. I was itching to look back and see what John was doing.
Dom, switching the topic to familiar, neutral stuff, asked, “What’s up with the Kings, huh?”
Sports talk meant endless stats, bragging, and bets. They were all hedging their bets on who this year’s basketball champs was going to be, when John came back with a grin.
“Just got to say, dude,” He was obviously talking to me, “Those chicks are Grade A.”
Grade A meant they were super-hot in looks and personality. Grade B chicks were super-hot, somewhat cool personality. Grade C meant they had great personality, somewhat hot. Grade D: you didn’t even want to go there.
He continued, “The redhead is off the charts! Whew!” John was still looking at me. He was waiting for me to comment. I knew what he was doing; he was trying to get a feel on who I was interested in at that table.
