Dick Ep.7

The crew was in rare form as they exited the Lyft and bypassed the line at Red Lounge; this was a spot they have gone to so many time that security knew all their faces and always let them in. Once they drunkenly navigated the steps Richard b-lined it to the bar to fulfill the promise he made in the car. " Four shots of Casamigos chilled please and a bottle of Rosé" Richard always knew how to get the party started and though all of the girls constantly proclaimed they hated tequila that’s all he would ever order. Lisa gave him the meanest side eye after seeing what the bartender had poured; she was always against tequila because how it "made" her act. Richard shot her a devilish wink and proceeded to gather the rest of girls for the celebratory shot. As they raised their glasses Richard gave his signature toast, the same toast his mother said he gave as a toddler when they would pretend to celebrate with apple juice "to the good life" he proclaimed and just like that the second half of the night had begun. Red Lounge was one of those places that always seemed to bring out the fun in everyone, the places just had a vibe that allowed you to let your hair down and not worry about what tomorrow would bring. The ambiance was built with good music, dim lighting, and plenty of private sections where you could escape the crowd and have a one on one conversation. As was the customary ritual when the crew was in the building Candace sprinted to the dance floor immediately after she finishing her shot; she would likely be there the entire night. Music did something to Candace when she was inebriated, it was like she was possessed when she heard the latest trap song and she would carry that big ole ass to the dance floor and get to slinging it like a stripper. It was really a site to be hold when she was in her zone and what made it even more shocking was that Candace, in her regular life is a reserved, almost timid I.T. geek. She worked at a huge consulting firm and spent most days buried in a keyboard and watching a computer screen. Monique on the other hand would avoid the dance floor at all cost; she had one little two-step and body roll move she perfected and would drop any time she was forced out there by the other girls. Monique much preferred sitting in a section and taking selfie after countless selfie, her every move could be seen on SnapChat and she was affectionately dubbed Hype Williams for all the things she recorded when the crew really got to acting out. The night rolled on, drinks were flowing and the DJ was knee deep in a dirty south set that had the whole club jumping. Richard, fresh off the dance floor headed back to the bar to order another drink; he spilled his last one while dancing with this little light skin chick who lost her mind once she heard "Cash Money taking over for the '99 and 2000!” While chopping it up with the bartender he spotted Lisa at the end of the bar, she involved in the adult version of show and tell and was clearly trying to be nice to the gentlemen desperately working to impress her as he dangled his Porsche key ring and tugged on his Gucci belt. Richard giggled at the typical young, black, professional peacocking that was running rampant in the city. It was comical how every conversation centered around what someone did for a living or how they couldn’t stand paying the rent at their high rise apartment any longer. In an effort to provide Lisa with an easy out he called her name and gestured for her to come over to where he was standing, she most happily obliged. "So that's your new boo?" Richard asked when she made her way over, clearly annoyed with the whole conversation she replied "shut up and lets take a shot" her thick southern drawl was secretly such a turn on for Richard and hearing it at that moment drove him crazy. As the bartender served up two more shots of tequila the DJ slowed his southern mix and played what was globally known as a college grinding anthem "you ain't gotta say too much from the look in your eyes..." were the words that blared from the speakers. Everyone in the club went crazy, it was moments like this that made the vibe at Red Lounge so special, moments where a simple lyric could transport you back in time, to a place where things were simpler, fun was easy to come by and consequences didn't exist. After taking their shots Richard grabbed Lisa's hand, spun her around and pulled her backside in close, there was no way they were wasting such a good song by not dancing. As she grinded her hips to the beat he swayed his in effort to match her rhythm, you see dancing like this wasn't just dancing, no this was what he considered real peacocking. Having the ability to move as she moved, grind as he grinded, and keeping it all on beat was the closes thing to sex and when you found that partner that did it just right it felt like no one in the club existed but the two of you. Before either of the two them realized it three songs had passed and their bodies had become so tightly pressed to one another that it looked like one. The smell of Lisa’s hair was intoxicating and her skin had a subtle glow on it from all the dancing. As he lightly caressed her shoulders it felt like the morning dew blessed her, her skin was warm and damp and the thoughts that began to flood his mind gave him chills. Richard and Lisa had danced many times before but it was never like this, Richard was engulfed by her presence and as she looked back at him and pulled him in closer he knew he wasn't alone.