Junya was looking back in the line at all the people that they had passed on the way of coming up to the main entrance. The line stretched about a block; the same distance his mother.s house was to the corner of the street he lived on. He felt Khevasiah tap him on his chest, and Junya proceeded to head inside the second passage into this elitist gathering. "Hold up son, where do you think you are headed?" "I am on the list also...My name is..." "Cool yourself now boss, wait a minute, there are no more names of persons that were on this list that did not pass me already. I think you are mistaken, and I will have to ask you to step to the side as I let these other people through." "My name got to be on the list, you did not even check." "Are you accusing me of being incompetent? Do not give me trouble here, or I will see to it that you don't bring your black ass inside this place anymore."
"Can you look on the list again sir," Khevasiah said in a soft tone to the
gentlemen with the clipboard. "He is with me, he is one of my artists."
The man looked at Khevasiah and then looked back at Junya. He looked
at Khevasiah again, standing with a disgruntled look on her face. Some of the
people that were waiting in line started yelling as to what was the hold up.
Khevasiah was obviously embarrassed at the fact that her man could not get in
the club when she told her client that he was with her. Her client assured her
that Junya.s name would be on the list. Junya had a look of desperation on his
face, as if he expected the man at the door to turn him away. The man turned a
page on the clipboard and pretended to look for a name.
"Now, what was your name again son?"
The man asked.
"Junya, that is J-U-N-Y-A..."
The man chuckled as Junya spelled his name out for the man. Another
bouncer heard this and approached the man with the clipboard. The man
whispered something to the bouncer and the two men then looked at Khevasiah
standing with her hand on her hip, flexing her ass. They also noticed the
gleaming chain around her neck, and confirmed that it was okay to let Junya in.
"Okay Joo...Jun-yeah, I.ll let you slide this time, but next time, make sure
you are on the list, okay?"
"Okay." Junya replied to the man."
"Okay miss, you are all set to go inside now." The man with the clipboard
looked at Khevasiah and licked his lips. As he pointed to where she was to walk
next, his hand grazed against Khevasiah.s lower back, right near the top of her
ass.
"What the fuck is your problem! What took you so long, I told you he was
with me! You got me standing here all embarrassed and shit, just to let him in?
For what? You did not even get his fucking name right! It is Jun-ya, not Joo-
knee, or Joo-nyeah, or whatever the fuck you said! And now you trying to touch
my ass right in front of my man where.s your fucking respect!
"Calm down lady, calm down. It was a complete misunderstanding on
my part. Let me help accommodate your night with some of the finest
champagne, on the house."
"You just gonna stand there and let him talk to you like that? Khevasiah
yelled at Junya. "Or even worse, talk to me like that! Junya, I am talking to
you!"
"Yo, you better watch yourself dude, for real..." Junya uttered under his
breath as he faced the entrance to the club.
"I apologize Junya. And we will get you something as well, okay son?"
The man with the clipboard said mockingly, as he gave a head signal to one of
the bouncers who heard Khevasiah bickering. He then patted Junya on the
shoulder and guided him inside the second set of doors.
"Aight yo..." Junya said in a tough guy mannerism.
Junya touched Khevasiah by her lower waist; in the same spot the man
touched her at, and pushed her along in the line. Junya stood right up on
Khevasiah; touching the front of his jeans to the back of her pants. Her purse
kept a barrier in between them.
"Back up, for real, why you all up on me like that?" Khevasiah said with
an irritated attitude. Her man Junya was just played for a herb in front of the
club security as well as some of the patrons, and the two were supposed to be
representing the VIP. It angered her so much, that Khevasiah attempted to keep
her distance from Junya, and succeeded by getting in front of a couple of the girls
standing in the line waiting to get searched.
"You is a punk, you know that! A real, fucking punk! Let this be the last
time I take you with me somewhere and you let some nigga put his hands on me
when he don't even know me!"