So there I was…
It’s the six of us. Most of us are out as usual to have a good time. Tony has been eyeballing all the ladies in the establishment all night. He’s totally bored with just hanging out and wants to make things interesting. He looks over my way and starts pointing at the random ladies in the bar and asking me which ones I think are attractive. He finally diverts my attention to the one standing by the pool table who is surrounded by her entourage of line backers. She is obviously very pretty and wears glasses (which I think is very attractive on a lady).
Tony asks me, “What do you think bro?”
I let him know immediately that of course she’s pretty. He asks me if he should go talk to her. I tell him to go ahead if he wants try and get with her. I see him go over there and converse with her. He looks over my way with the two of them now looking at me. I give him the bro thumbs up of approval. I go back to chilling with the boys. Several minutes later he links back up with us and tells me, “Bro; I told her that you totally think she looks pretty and asked her what she thought of you. And she totally thinks you look cute and would like you to go over there and talk to her.” Now I’m like, “Why the f**k did you tell her that? I’m cool bro. I’m just here to chill.” The deed is done so now what.
Several minutes go by and I feel someone bump into me. It’s her. She passes me by as she walks over to the bar. I now want to tell her that it’s nothing like that and my buddy was just messing around. I avoid it for now and we go out back to the patio to do some shots and some toasts. She comes out now with her entourage and their group gathers next to ours. She approaches me and tells me, “You know; if you wanna talk me, you don’t have to be so shy about it.” I’m quite speechless at this point and I don’t want to embarrass her. My other buddy Roman saves the day as he pulls the classic “crotch block” move and starts talking to her. The focus of us just hanging out has now changed to mingling with these ladies.
Time goes by and I still haven’t told her. I leave it alone because most of my buddies have been trying to get with her. She glances over my way from time to time but I figure, they can keep her company and I won’t have to worry about it. In the meanwhile, I can hear her telling my guys about her sob story of her just breaking up with her man. It’s a tear jerker (not really). And Tony has pissed off the team of line backers by calling one of them a fat b!*ch.
The night is late and the bar is closing in a matter of minutes now. Charlie wants the night to continue and nine people, including me, agrees. He wants to know who has beers. I offer my nine Heinekens that I have in my fridge but he laughs it off and says it’s not enough. I figure; forget it and maybe I’ll just head home. The guys are adamant I come along. They are definitely keen on hanging out with these girls. I’m just here for the show. We go outside to our cars and Charlie comes over and says to follow him. He’s found the after party.
Somehow now we have this Black chick and her buddies in our circle. I figure, whatever and I follow everyone else. It’s me and Chad in my car and I ask him if he knows where we are going. He doesn’t know either. We just roll. We get to the place and I get out of the car immediately. I’m wondering where the hell are we. We are literally in the middle of nowhere. The Black chick gets out and introduces herself to me and Chad. We walk to the house together and I see the door open a crack. A random dude peeps out the door and says nothing. The Black chick tells him that it’s cool and that we are with her. I’m thinking, “So that’s why we linked up with them.” Everybody’s wondering where the girl with glasses went. Her and her linemen are nowhere to be found. We carry on and proceed into the house down a dark hallway. We get inside and it’s a large group of very well dressed Black people standing around. We look immediately odd with our group of one Asian guy, one Hispanic guy, two White guys and our very own one Black guy. I’m like whatever and I follow our lead guy, Chad. We move out to the back patio where there seems to a deep fryer going on. Chad says, “It’s three in the g*dd**n morning. Who the hell deep fries s*!t this late?”
Chad takes the tongs and plays with the food. He pulls something out but we’re all unsure what it is. One of the Black girls inside tells us that we aren’t supposed to be out in the back so we all go back inside. Chad disappears and we go into the living room. One of the girl hands me a beer. We all take one. I notice something very unusual now. We are the only ones drinking and it also appears like no one else is drunk or has been drinking aside from us. Chad reappears out of nowhere, gives me the look and tells me, “bro; it’s time to go.” I give him the look back and I agree. The exits are blocked but we gun for it anyways without saying a word.
We head back to my place and discuss the events that just transpired on the way home. Thoughts of almost being gang-raped are running through my head. I look over at my buddy and say, “bro; I don’t know about you but I’ve never sucked a stick before in my life!” Chad laughs hysterically. He reassures me that it’s probably not what I think but the place did seem like trouble. I’m now worried for the guys and want to head back. But it’s late and we can’t risk driving around in the middle of nowhere looking suspicious so we continue to my place. The plan is to go back to the bar the next day hoping everyone will be there. Tomorrow night comes but it’s just me and Chad there the whole night. Tony finally shows up but tells us that he didn’t come along with us. And no one is returning our calls. We figure that if next Friday, we don’t see them at the bar; we are gonna have to take matters into our own hands.
Friday can’t come soon enough but now it’s there. And I’ve been watching action films throughout the week to get myself pumped for what might come. The three of us show up at the bar and sure enough, it’s Roman, Charlie and Will. Roman immediately asks, “Where the f**k have you a$$holes been?” I’m like, “I thought you guys were gang-raped.” He laughs it off and says, “Nawh. My a$$ is still intact but I’m not so sure about Will.” We laugh and Roman looks at me and asks, “Round two?”