He is standing next to a pole, people scamper past him bearing him no thought, the tempo of the music beating like a war drums soldiers waiting for a battle. Red bull in his hand sipping it slowly thinking ” I don’t need to spend another 400 for an overpriced drink that isn’t even giving me a buzz”. Then he feels a gentle touch on his arm. It’s a girl trying to break her fall. He turns to her their eyes meet, he looks forward she’s drunk i don’t need this kind of drama tonight. Looking into the crowd of people dancing having a merry time judging from their faces. A girl in the crowd catches his eye she’s OK, definitely not going to win any beauty pageant but he’s not complaining. Her hair is in a bun, the light is landing on her face like a glimmering emerald diamond in the night sky.
He raises his hands up moving closer to the dance floor bobbing his head to the tune of the beat. Closing his eyes just for a moment, as he follows the rhythm of the beat, Petit biscuit is on, ” how do you make such grace full music without having a damaged soul”.
She’s looking at you, you can feel it from the corner of your eye, go say hi Shoot your shot. She Might be the one, it doesn’t matter that the last dozen women didn’t work out but she looks different you can see it in her eyes. The eyes are gateways to our souls you know, just do it not for yourself but for your kids. You turn your body toward her still dancing the music is consuming you, you can feel it deep within you. ” Hi i really like your outfit are you wearing gucci” you try saying this moving ever closer to her ear the music is so loud you can barely think let alone get your game on. ” WHAT!!! ” Fuck abort mission, you think to yourself. But where would you be if the freedom fighter just gave up on all of us. ” i really like your outfit it looks really cute” you give it another go really smooth james bond now let’s just hope she rolls with it. ” Thanks it’s something i just threw on ” the glee on your face cannot be masked she actually responded ok lets get it on.
Will i have to buy her a drink you wonder as she looks at you waiting for the chitchat to proceed. But i don’t have any money aaaah fuck me why do i have to be so smooth with the ladies. ” Are you a designer ” you throw it her way clueless of where you plan on going with that line but heck you have nothing to lose except the supposed affection of this emerald queen whose seed you want to fuse with your own, it not for any selfish reason or any thing, you did biology so you figure with hybrid vigour on your side her eyes and you brain. My goodness we have a nobel laureate in the making. she looks at you abit puzzle and asks ” WHY ?” with a funny winse on her face you can tell she’s about to bail on you if you say some weak ass shit, you take a sip of your red bull and master all the bull shit of your ancestors and fore fathers, with the kings of game all looking at you from the great beyond. ” Don’t let us down young blood” you can almost hear them whisper in your ear. ” Oh because i’m a model and i think i’d be your perfect fit” you lick your lips and look away, its part of the package sell a dream you pretend to not notice her reaction and gesture at the waiter as if you want something unfortunately he sees you and comes over ” Hi mambo kwani hii red bull maneaka nini nime changamka sana” he’s a bit puzzled by what you say but he’s a good sport so he smiles gestures a thumbs up and walks away, that was a close one now back to your muse.
Shit she’s gone i bet she couldn’t handle this sauce too bad for her. You take the sit your ego takes a dent you start feeling hopeless and lonely in a room full of people. The DJ is playing all your songs, you get back up and lip sync your heart out meet a bunch of guys on the floor and start making complete fools of yourselves.
We’ll live to fight another day.
Cheers to more life and good health!!