The men in the club all walked around in these uncomfortable looking 3 piece suits; some multicolored with accommodating hats, others dark and very formal. Every single one of them was either on a wireless phone, or popping a bottle of champagne while 3 or 4 women waited to get their glass full. Junya was still astonished by how vast this event was. The DJ shouted out that the rapper Halftime was going to perform his platinum single during the night. The colorful lights and heavy bass from the music grew over his eyes and under his feet. He made his way to the other side of the dance floor, where a series of rastas were spotted burning ganja against the large speakers in the back corner of the floor.
Exotic West Indian women danced around scantily clad to the heavy rhythms while smoke passed
through their artistic hairstyles. Junya reached the other side of the club where
he entered the dance floor near the long shark bar. He squeezed himself in
between two women at the bar; one wearing a skin tight leopard suit.
"Grrr." Junya said to the woman in the leopard suit.
"If that is your growl, I would hate to hear your yelp!" The woman
responded sarcastically with a smile on her face.
The woman was dark skinned, similar to Naika. She had a strong liquor
smell emulating from her mouth. She had either been at the bar all night, or
drunk a really strong drink. Junya looked at how her ass fit in the leopard pants.
Her ass was so big that it stuck out from the sides; as she was facing Junya as he
spoke.
"All you need is a tail to attach to those hindquarters eh dalin?" Junya
smiled wittily as he awaited the bartender. She smiled and placed her empty
drink on the bar.
"What kind of tail you talking about stranger, a cock-tail? Well I like
mines long and strong, and I refuse to have it any other way.who you here
with handsome?" The woman was stroking the back of her hand across the chest
of Junya. Junya, being paranoid, looked behind him over his shoulder, and
down the bar, then back at the woman.
"Okay. Never mind then." The woman said in response to Junya.s
reactions. She reached into her purse and pulled out a 20 dollar bill. She stuffed
it in the glass she drank out of and proceeded down the opposite end of the bar.
Junya watched as she placed her arm over the back of a man.s shoulder and
tiptoe to kiss his cheek.
The man looked familiar: probably a famous rapper.
Junya ordered his drinks and proceeded back toward the VIP. Instead of
cutting through the dance floor with two full drinks, he went up the path on the
side of the club. Along the path, Junya moved his eyes gawking at numerous
couples kissing, one-on-one socializing, as well as people standing alone,
drinking. He made his way to the end of the corridor and crossed paths with the
DJ. "One of those for me?" The DJ said jokingly.
"Next song, next song." Junya said with a sensible expression. Junya
meant well, but the DJ just puzzled and looked the opposite way and proceeded
to talk to an Asian woman that was waiting by the women.s bathroom. She had
signaled him to come inside the woman.s bathroom, and the DJ followed her
inside. Junya made his way back to the coil staircase towards the VIP. As he
approached the 3rd story, he looked over toward the table where him and
Khevasiah and the other woman were sitting, and saw none of them there.
He placed the drinks on the table and focused his eyes on a gold metal plate that
read "Reserved For. and Khevasiah.s name was written on cardstock in
calligraphy that slid onto the metal plate. Junya sat down in the same chair he
sat in the first time, and proceeded to sip his drink. He looked to the rear of him
by the champagne fountain only to find that there was no one but an elderly
couple standing by it. He turned his body around and looked in the direction of
the brothers in the back of the VIP. Junya quickly recognized a female that was
wearing a brown coat; Naika, but he did not see Khevasiah anywhere near her.
He got up from his chair and threw back the first drink he had.