He then picked up the second drink and proceeded towards the section where the brothers had
been gallivanting all night.
Notes:
Clouds of refer smoke dominated this entire section of the special section of the
VIP. These brothers were the toppa top of the night life scene. They were the move
makers, the play creators, they made things happen, they would wear jumpsuits one
night, and 3 piece suits on another night; They built the VIP.
As Junya got closer to the area filled with loud laughs from gorgeous
drinks being consumed at high volumes, he saw Khevasiah. She was the only
female sitting amongst a horde of male bodies.
Khevasiah had her legs crossed
with one hand on the thigh of the gentlemen sitting next to her. He looked at her
as if he loved her or some shit! The man kept staring at her as he waved a
diamond encrusted pinky ring in front of her face. Junya.s vision was blurred
from his drinking, but his judgment was not to be questioned. Liquor spilled out
of his cup as he staggered over toward Khevasiah.
"Kheva...Khevasi..." Junya said over the blaring music.
Khevasiah ignored the raspy calling of Junya.s voice. She was well into
conversation with the burly gentleman that was all over her. Her hair swayed
side to side as her head moved back and forth; to the music and his words. She
seemed to recognize that Junya was standing practically in front of her, but she
did not pause in her interaction with the man.
"Yo Khevasiah...what the fuck is your problem you can.t acknowledge
your nigga!" Junya said in an upset tone.
"Who the fuck you talking to like that" Khevasiah shouted back at Junya.
She looked right in his direction; knowing he had been there the whole time.
The gentlemen sitting at the table stopped their laughter and banter, then
immediately turned it into shouting and extreme movements. The burly man
that was sitting closest to Khevasiah placed a champagne bottle down on the
crowded table. About 12 other men were sitting at the table; they all gave Junya
a crooked look.
"The fuck is your problem dunnie? You don't have no fucking respect for
bitches? Get the fuck out of my cipher with that shit, for real!" The burly man
stated bluntly. Some of his other homeboys jumped in as well, calling Junya all
types of names;
"Player hater!"
"Baller blocker!"
"Pussy watchman!"
Junya obviously exposed himself to a dangerous situation; being alone in
the club outside of the company of Khevasiah, and she was not siding with him.
"What are you doing over here, why don't you move around, do
something, there are too many people here for you to be hovering over me like
you my father or some shit...for real? Why are you all up on me, can I get to
breathe?" Khevasiah was embarrassed over irritated in this situation. She did
not even look at Junya as she spoke to him, she merely lifted the champagne
glass that was poured out by the burly male and continued to politic amongst the
men. Junya crossed his eyes; the ball on his bottom jaw stood out, and steam
rose out from his nostrils.
The table erupted in laughter. One man thought the whole ordeal was
funny, he knocked over his drink and splashed it all over the table, where money
and blunts lay amongst champagne bottles and glasses. Everyone stopped
laughing, just to hear the man exert one more chuckle.
"She sonning you holms," one of the other men scoffed.
"Yo, go home or something yo, for real, you making yourself look bad,
damn!"