It had been too long since my friends and I had hit the clubs. Having known each other since high school, every month or so we try to catch up and spend an evening together, whether it's cooking out on the grill, playing video games or hitting a hot club in town for some drinks.
We arrived at Club Extreme and sat together in a booth in the back of the second floor. We choose this spot because it had a nice view of the dance floor and all of the lovely ladies that'd be shaking their booties when the DJ would turn it up a notch, and also because we weren't the dancing type but enjoyed kicking back with a nice bottle.
I was in the middle of a conversation with my buddy Shervin when my other friend Alain hit me on the shoulder. I turned around and he pointed at two ebony beauties sitting at the bar, giggling and looking our way.
Alcohol helping, I got up. "Excuse us boys, Alain and I have some business to take care of." I said as I made my way out of the booth, followed by Alain. Our friends started teasing us, saying we wouldn't even dare approach them and we'd turn around before talking to them.
As we were making our way to the bar, Alain said: "Shotgun the one on the left." referring to the old tradition that first to call "shotgun" had claim to what he had called. That was out of the question. He made a move to switch to the left side but I pushed him back towards the one on the right and quickly approached the tall princess looking at me from her stool with a large cocky smile.
"Is there anything I can say that won't make you think I'm just another lame guy hitting on you?" I said cockingly. She laughed. "Well, that's a good start!" she said with a smile. "Simon." I said as I presented her my hand.
"Kendra." she replied with an even sexier smile, shaking my hand.
For a few minutes, we talked the typical stuff. Who are you, what do you do, etc... It's like we had both forgotten about our respective friends, who were also hitting it off next to us. That's how I found out she was a student in the city, had just moved to her own apartment and was enjoying her newly found freedom.
"Except for my neighbor Adam," she said, "he's always blasting his music late a night when I'm trying to get some sleep." I flinched and laughed. "What's so funny?" she asked.
"Nothing, nothing, sorry, that just reminds me of a story I read over the internet." I responded. She turned red as a beet and looked down to the floor.
"OH MY GOD!" I screamed. "You're Kendra Brown!" It was obvious she didn't expect anyone to recognize her from her writings and was shy. "Please, don't get me wrong, I love your stories, and it's not everyday I meet someone who's passion for white men is only equaled by my passion for milk chocolate-skin women!"
With that, she lit up.
"Drink?" I offered.
"Table." she responded seriously, pointing at an empty table by the dance floor with her eyes.
We walked over to the table and immediately a waitress approached us.
"Gin Tonic." I said.