Slick momentarily lost his balance when Rhonda backed her big ass into him. He didn’t expect shorty to be so aggressive, but she came out ready to party. He grabbed her by the waist to bring her wild body movements under control and pressed his groin against her. Rhonda pushed him off and continued dancing. Several times Slick’s hands tried to roam over her and she had to fend him off. A little friendly palming of the ass was okay, but he was trying to sample all her goods.

Reese wasn’t faring any better with Rel. Not only was he like an octopus, grabbing her everywhere she didn’t swat him, but he had absolutely no rhythm. His two-step was okay, but every time he tried to add something to the mix he ended up looking like the rusting Tin Man in The Wizard of Oz.

“Slow down, playboy,” Reese told him, removing his hand from her ass.

“Come on, shorty, stop acting like that,” Rel said, busting another stiff dance step. “We in here partying, act like you’re trying to have a good time.”

“Yeah, that’s all good, but slow it up a little bit.”

“Slow it up? Baby girl, life is too short to be slowing up, know what I mean? You gotta live in the moment, boo, and right now the moment is about us. A nigga know how to treat a lady. What you want, a little drink or something? Me and my niggaz is in here balling out of control, act like you know about us.”

Reese stopped dancing. “Listen, I ain’t really trying to hear all that balling-out-of-control shit. I’m telling you to watch your hands. You act like you just came home or something.”

Rel looked at her quizzically. “Shit, I did. A nigga just touched down ten months ago, know what I’m saying? I’m back on the streets about to take my rightful place at the head of the table. You don’t know who I be?”

“Whatever.” Reese began walking away, not wanting to hear any more of his bullshit.

“Oh, it’s like that?” Rel called after her. “That’s a’ight, shorty, you just made the worst decision of your life. You keep on stepping and I’m gonna go find me another bitch. One who knows how to act when she’s chose.”

Ignoring Rel’s ranting, she made her way back toward the bar area. Rhonda was doing her thing, so she left her to handle it. She just hoped that the guy she was dancing with had more class than Rel. She ordered a Hennessy sour and waited patiently for the bartender to bring her drink. After about ten minutes, the girl wearing the too-short miniskirt set Reese’s drink down, along with her bill. When Reese looked at the total, she wished again that she’d gone with Yoshi and Billy.