Play The Game. Doug Dixon

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СКАЧАТЬ on what he was saying. Plus, if I were single, I wouldn’t give him the time of day, because his cheap ass couldn’t even buy me a drink.”

      I smiled, turning my head as we continued on to join Tangie. As we turned the corner by the bar, we saw Tangie sitting at a table with some real soul brothers. One wore all red, the other all white, and the third brother had on all green. I had to hide my laughter as we got closer. It looked as though Tangie was really having a good time as she sat there with a drink in hand and several empty glasses in front of her.

      “There my girls are,” Tangie said loudly, waving her hand. Stephanie and I smiled as we walked up to the table.

      “Fellas, these are my girls. This is Stephanie,” she said, touching Stephanie’s arm. “And over here is Mya.” She pulled me closer to her. “Girls, this is Wallace,” she said, pointing to the gentleman in the white suit. “And this is uh, uh. Aw, hell. I forgot your names,” she said, looking at the other two gentlemen at the table. “We’ll just call you Red,” she said, pointing to the guy in the red suit. “And we’ll call you Green,” she added as she looked at the guy in the green suit.

      Stephanie pressed down on her bottom lip with her teeth to keep from laughing as I looked down at the floor, giggling inside.

      “Nice meeting you,” Stephanie and I said in unison.

      They nodded, staring us up and down deviously.

      “How about a drink?” Wallace asked.

      “Oh, no, thank you. I think I’ve had enough to drink for one night,” I replied.

      “Yeah—me, too,” Stephanie said.

      “Well, let’s dance, then,” Red said as he got up and walked toward me.

      “Let’s all dance,” Wallace suggested.

      “Well, what about our jackets?” Stephanie asked.

      “Just leave them right here—we’ll keep an eye on them,” Wallace replied as he reached for Tangie’s hand.

      Green got up and we all walked onto the dance floor. The dee-jay was hot! He played one great song after another as the people filled the dance floor. Those old dudes could dance, too. By now Tangie was feeling good off all those Remy XOs. She had to have been, because Wallace was all over her and not one time did she push him away. In fact, it looked like she was encouraging it. He was occasionally humping her from behind as she bent over, shaking her ass in rhythm. I played it safe by dancing an arm’s length away from Red so he wouldn’t get any ideas. Stephanie was dancing at a safe distance with Green, occasionally backing away before his hands could touch any part of her body.

      Finally, after about five songs, my feet began to hurt so I signaled to Red that I was ready to sit down. Seeing this, Tangie and Stephanie both left the dance floor as the guys trailed them. When we got back to the table, I sat down and wiped the small beads of sweat that had formed on my forehead. Green grabbed a napkin, walked over to Stephanie, and began wiping the sides of her face. She smiled and politely took the napkin from him and wiped around her neck, looking over at me to see my reaction.

      “I’m thirsty—does anyone need anything?” Wallace asked, then waited on everyone’s response. We all declined.

      “C’mon, the night’s still young,” he said.

      Stephanie looked at her watch as her eyebrows rose in surprise. “Wow, it’s almost three o’clock. I have to be in church in a few hours.”

      “Yeah, it is getting late. But, thank you, guys, for a good time,” Tangie said as she hugged Wallace.

      Wallace reached in his pocket and gave Tangie a slip of paper that she folded in her hand.

      Stephanie and I grabbed our leather jackets and started toward the door. By now the crowd had thinned out a little. Outside there were groups of people standing around talking in the parking lot as we got in the car, heading toward my town house.

      “That was fun,” Tangie said. “Most of the brothers in there were fake, though.”

      “It was all right. I was tripping on how some of the brothers just stood there staring a hole in you like they wanted you to sweat them,” Stephanie replied.

      “What about you, Mya? Did you meet your Mr. Right?” Tangie joked.

      “I met someone nice. We had good conversation and we seem to have a lot in common. I guess you can say we sorta connected visually before he approached me.”

      “What?” Stephanie interrupted. “That brother you met came out of the crowd over to your ass and you know it. Don’t make that shit seem like something out of a soap opera. ’Connected visually—’”

      “Aw, damn, she had me going for a minute,” Tangie replied, laughing.

      “And Tangie, what’s up with you and the old man with the zoot suit throwback?”

      We laughed.

      “Take’em or shake’em. They kept on buying the drinks and I kept on drinking. Plus, they were cool. Wallace must be out of his mind if he thinks I’m going to call his old ass, though.”

      “Yeah, and what’s up with Green trying to wipe the sweat from my face. I almost told his ass something,” Stephanie said.

      “He didn’t mean no harm, girl. They were just out trying to hook up with a little young thang, that’s all. In fact, they actually made my night,” Tangie replied.

      The ride home began to wear us down as we continued on in silence. My mind drifted to Darryl for a minute. Tangie was joking, but what if he was my Mr. Right? He seemed to have all the characteristics. And damn, was he fine, I smiled to myself. So far so good, I thought, as a smile came over my face.

      CHAPTER 5

      Stephanie

      “So you finally decided to bring your ass home, huh?” a voice sounded in the darkness as I walked through the front door. I paused, startled, before turning the light switch on. Curtis was sitting on the corner of the couch in his boxers and do-rag, frowning.

      “You scared the shit out of me, Curtis. What are you doing home so early, anyway?” I said as I walked toward the kitchen.

      “I’ve been here all night,” he replied, getting up from the couch.

      “Why? The baby-sitter was here when I left.” “As soon as you left I sent her home. We can’t afford a baby-sitter for you to go out drinking with your girls, so I stayed home with Brandon and missed out on making money because of it.”

      “Who’s fault is that, Curtis? The baby-sitter was hired for you to do what you needed to do while I went out with my girls.”

      “Well, why couldn’t you all just meet over here and have some drinks?” Curtis said, standing in the middle of the kitchen.

      “Because, we wanted to go out for drinks.”

      “I bet it was that damn Tangie who suggested it. Just because she can’t keep a relationship she wants to fuck up СКАЧАТЬ