Chapter 3 Club Reign

Well that whole no line thing just wasn't trying to happen. As we approach Reign we can already see the line. Joel, already mad that we walked lets out a sigh. Awwww shit I am not waiting in no damn lines. These Gucci's are not for standing. Shut up Joel. I got us. Monique makes her way to the front of the line. Monique and Kira have Major pull in the D. Monique pretty much dresses the whose who and one mention from her blog can make you a local star. People know that. And it's hard to miss a curvy damn near 6ft beauty like herself. One look at her face and the bouncer knew playtime was over.

She whispered a few things to him and just like that she was waving us to come on in. Hostile crowd and all. They must not know we give zero fucks about pissing y'all off. As we enter the music is pounding and Migo's is giving me my entire life!! We instantly all start dancing. As we show off our dance moves and look around we all mouth over the music "Where the hell is Monique?" We all look around and see her securing a VIP table. She isn't playing tonight I say. She is on it. We walk over and place our drink orders. Patron please we say in unison. The waiter laughs at the way it came out. Sounding like a off key R&B group. While we're in VIP we can see everything. This place is NICE. We definitely don't have this in Toledo. But that's my love for my home town. It's where you raise your family but close enough to get to where you can have the time of your life and be whatever and whoever you want to be. All of sudden it's like the seas parted and my eyes gazed upon the most handsome man I've seen with my own 2 eyes. 6'4. Chocolate. Perfect Teeth. A basketball players build. Pretty much ticked off everything on my check list. Just fine AF. So of course I gotta run his resume. I turn to Kira and Monique as they trade shot for shot. Monique, Kira WHO IS HE?! That's Kingston Monroe says Kira. He's the President of Basketball Operations for The Detroit Pistons. He was being interviewed on Wake Up Detroit one day while I was styling the crew. So you mean he's hot and successful? He's gotta be married. I'm not sure love but I don't think so. Never spotted a ring. Nah he's not married chimed in Monique. But he is super selective and I know a few girls who he's taken to bed but them bitches still waiting on return phone calls. We all laugh. But I'm intrigued. I love a mystery man. Now I'm used to going to get what I want. But this time I'm gonna just let it pass. I don't need a bunch of BS in my life. We focus back on our girls night and get back to trading shots. I mean the amount of liquor we consume is outrageous. And Kira done wooed the bar owner so I doubt our tab will be high if anything. I gotta go to the restroom Gabby yells. Suns come with me please?! Sure baby. I need to move around anyway. This dress was made to be seen baby!! She grabs my hand cuz that's what girls do and we walk into the bathroom. This bathroom is huge and beautiful. I love the industrial fixtures. Exposed brick sand pipes. Beautiful cherry wood floors. Even had a bathroom attendant. I dance in place while Gabby uses the ladies room. As we exit she's asking me about regular shit and we're laughing and dancing all the way back to VIP. On the way there I peep Joel on the dance floor having the drunken time of her life. This is the kind of night we all need. One to be free to do whatever and laugh, drink, dance and talk shit. Walking up to our table we notice a crowd forming at the table before ours. Gabby and I wait and wait and wait. Now patience is not my strong suit. So finally I tap one of the rude patrons and say Excuse me sir but usually when men see pretty ladies they don't make them wait. Now either your no sir or we aren't pretty and the last part can't be true. So if you don't mind I'd like to get to my table. The whole tables stops and looks at me like I have 5 heads. I look back at Gabby she looks just as lost as I am. Then the "dude" replies. My apologies ma'am. But an excuse me would have worked out just as well. Just as I'm about to get my check on Monique walks over and says "Come on girl we ain't here for this shit today". She was right. So I let it pass. Little rude ass fuck boy I say under my breath. Back to my sister circle. Gabby was all dancing and grooving. She never does to much. But she was letting her hair down tonight. I love when she lets loose. Monique, Kira and I were looking for Joel so we could duck off somewhere and hit the swisher. I'm no pro but I dabble a little. When a anonymous bottle arrives at our table. I stop the waiter to ask who it's from and it's from Mr. rude ass. He comes over and we find out his name is Kevin. He plays for the Pistons and he has his eye on Kira. Kira looks so shocked but we walk over to say thanks. Cuz although he pissed me off I'm still a lady. Kira leads the conversation by extending our thanks. Kevin looks like he's the one star struck. I told y'all my sister was a baddie!!! As she sparks up a playful conversation with him I hear so your the pretty lady who likes to pop off huh? I snicker and offer my apologies. I didn't mean to be rude I say. Then I find out that voice belonged to the one and only Kingston Monroe. I keep my cool cuz you never let em see you sweat and let the girls know I'm heading to the smoke spot. When he says ahh your a smoker. I'm like not really. Sometimes to take the edge off. He takes out a little wrapped box and says why smoke what you can eat? Come share a cookie with me beautiful. Now I'm super intrigued but Iont know this guy. Sure I heard his name but I don't know him. Before I can say no Monique pretty much pushes me in his lap. I turn like thirsty much?! We all laugh. So I let my guard down figuring if I die everyone will no who to blame right? Fuck it. Live a little Sunshine!!!