"When I get horny, I'll fuck anything on two legs," Abel Leonard said to his reflection as he admired himself in the mirror before going out. If any black man can be said to be in love with himself, it's got to be Abel Leonard. The province of Ontario is gripped by covid, but nothing can stop A.L. from doing his thing. The big and tall, dark-skinned and ruggedly handsome Haitian fellow sprayed on a cloud of Axe and then headed out. He caught the OC Transpo bus leaving downtown Ottawa for the wild environs of Gatineau, Quebec. Nobody parties like the folks down in Quebec, that's for sure...
After working at a government call center during the most annoying general election in Canadian history, Abel needed some rest and relaxation. The stress of being the only black man working in a government office run by a creepy old white dude and his cronies was more than Abel could bear. The day after the contract ended, Abel blocked all of his former coworkers, thus freeing himself from their nefarious influences. The amount of fake to be found in a Canadian government office could choke the Titans themselves. Abel had just about enough of that. Time to party...
Abel got off at Portage Station and headed to a house located within walking distance on Augier Avenue, close to the old cultural shops and the motel. Once Abel arrived at his destination, he knocked on the door. A few seconds later, a short, slim young black man arrived to greet Abel. Grinning, Abel exchanged dap with his buddy Malik Okafor from his halcyon days at the University of Ottawa. The Nigerian brother looked fly in a blue silk shirt and black dress pants. Abel had to admit that Malik looked good. The two of them went way back. Malik showed Abel around, and introduced him to some of the party's other attendees.
"Abel, you remember my lady Beatrice? Meet her friend Nikita," Malik said, and Abel smiled at Beatrice Wilding, whom Malik had been dating for the past three years. The tall, curvy, brown-skinned and short-haired young woman, a native of the Island of Antigua, smiled at Abel. Ever the charmer, Abel bent low to kiss Beatrice's hand, causing the young woman to grin. Abel was just as charming as Beatrice remembered him being back in their university days. The brother was cool, so why was he always single?
"Abel, it's been a while," Beatrice said, and Abel winked at her. Beatrice looked gorgeous in a red tank top and black Yoga pants. When it comes to what women wear, less is more. Abel then turned to look at Beatrice's friend Nikita Longfellow, whom he mistook for a Latina on account of her curvaceous body, bronze skin, long black hair and brown eyes. The lady in question was more than happy to correct Abel about his erroneous assumption...
"I'm First Nations, from the Ojibwe people," Nikita said, causing Abel to blush out of sheer embarrassment. Abel hastily apologized, and took a look around Malik's rented townhouse. The Nigerian Muslim brother had a lot of African artwork on the walls, along with small African statuettes and other rare objects. Yeah, Malik is definitely an African man and proud of it. Abel's apartment, located in Ottawa, contains very little African or Afro-Caribbean stuff. Hmm, well, Abel does have a framed picture of legendary Haitian leader Jean-Jacques Dessalines on his wall, next to the Haitian flag. Yeah, that's got to count for something.