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“Come on bruh, it's gonna be fine,”Quentin repeated for the fourth time,”You ain't been out in three years and it's time for you to get ya ass off the couch.” He stood overtop the disheveled form of his best friend, Isaiah. He sat shoulders hunched underneath a blanket much too big for him, a controller in his hand. The light of the TV reflected over his glazed eyes as he continued to play in silence. His black tee was covered in crumbs of the takeout next to him, his locs a matted mess.

It was true, it had been three years since Q had gotten the text that Isaiah’s girl dumped him. Without a spot to stay, he opened up his couch to his homie. Why wouldn't he? They had been together through thick and thin ever since high school. Shared all sorts of ups and downs like real ones do. He gave Isaiah all the space he needed, only offering the best assistance he could. But after the second year of trying to convince his friend to step out with him as two dashing bachelors, Quentin had enough. He was going to get that nigga outside.

Taking in a deep breath, Quentin went behind the TV and ripped the cords from the outlet. Isaiah froze; his eyes seeming to come back to life as the realization of what just happened connected to his disassociating brain. He shot up, spilling crumbs all over the carpet. “Ayo” He shouted,”The fuck is wrong witchu?! I was in my fucking zone and you goin fuck it up? That's messed up and-”

The smack echoed around the silent living room. Both of them held their eyes in shock as Isaiah turned his head back to face Quentin. The silence continued, echoing out. One…Two…Three…Four…Fi- It was chopped before the fifth beat by them laughing, loud and from the bottom of their stomachs. Quentin grabbed the wall, beating on it before sliding down it. Isaiah mimicked him, falling back on the couch before sliding onto the floor.

As the laughter subsided and they both laid on the floor catching their breath, they grinned at each other. It was something they had done only ever a few times: Slap one another and laugh it off, getting rid of the beef between each other quickly. They got up slowly, still in a mixture of pants and giggles whenever their eyes made contact. Isaiah finally caught his breath and sighed,”Aight bro. Lemme make the appointment and we can go out.”

The heavy thumps of bass against the walls of the club could be heard as the duo walked towards it. Quentin was dressed in a blue Hawaiian styled shirt half buttoned to show off his toned physique vaguely hidden by a white tank top. His legs were covered by black ripped jeans and fresh black and red midtop kicks. His from was plucked out, bouncing slightly with each step. Isaiah was dressed similar, his shirt white and the tank top grey. He went for blue bleached jeans and black and red chucks. His freshly done black and red locs went down to his mid back, gold and silver clips scattered among them.

“This is it bruh,”Q said with a grin as he tapped Isaiah's chest,”Eternal Night is really how it be when you in there. You can forget ya worries for a bit, maybe find a girl to take back to the crib.” His grin grew bigger when Isaiah cracked one himself, the confidence in him glowing from his honey brown complexion. “Yeah yeah whatever you say man. Let's just get in here first, aight?” The grins turned into wide smiles as they dapped each other up before getting in line.

Once they got inside, the music was just as loud as they expected. Walking past the towered speakers near the door, they felt the bass rattle them to their cores. Deep House reverberated from all around as they turned the corner, spotting the strobe lights dancing around the club. They went into the large room that consisted of the dance floor.

Bodies covered the dance floor as people grooved, bobbing their heads along with the beat. On the far wall they could see the bar, one of three as two smaller booths were set up on the eastern and western wall. Along the walls were four booths, one with a big “RESERVED” sign in bold letters. Quentin immediately took lead, taking them to the booth with the sign, waving to the host.

They were tall, even in the black high heels they were wearing. Their hair was up in a loc bun, white tips poking in and out of the black coils. They were a shape forming black dress that accented their curves and complemented their brown complexion. With eyes the color of light brown, they waved back to Quentin and Isaiah. “Hi Q! It's good to see you again,”They greeted. “Yeah it's been a minute! You know I was gonna come back and show love. Had to bring my boy Isaiah out here with me too.” As he said this, he motioned Isaiah closer, who smiled sheepishly. “Isaiah,” The host repeated,”I'm Deliah, but please don't think I'm delicate.” “I wouldn't dare,”He said as he checked them out, noticing just how long their legs were. How full they are. Wondering just how good it must feel to-

He snapped out of his thoughts when he realized she was staring at him. He glanced at Quentin only to see him grinning, shaking his head. “Bro come on,”He teased,”I know I said I was gonna introduce you to some baddies but damn. You really needed to get out.” Isaiah shoots him a look and shrugged. “My fault Deliah. You just look good, that's all.” Deliah gave him a wide smile and shook their head. “It's cool - tells me I'm doing my thing tonight. I'll go get the bottles and y'all enjoy yourselves. I'll be back to check up on ya.” Deliah turned and made their way to the bar, Isaiah's eyes falling right on the heart shape curves of their ass.

Biting his lip, Isaiah turned back to Quentin and climbed into the booth. It was built into the wall, a large black table that could spin if you turned the edge. Black faux leather cushions made a semi circle around the table with two menu placards displayed in the center of the table. The two sat for a moment, eyeing the crowd for vibes and a few fine folks too. They exchanged glances with a couple of people, but Isaiah’s kept returning back to where he last saw Deliah. He scanned the bar, half searching, half watching. He did this every few seconds before dropping his gaze away, trying to remove any unwanted glances back. When he moved to look again, he found her eyes watching him too.

There was static in the contest between the two, something that he hoped that she was picking up on at least. “Yo,”Isaiah shouted,”I'm getting in the floor.” Quentin nodded and sat back, waving and motioning for a few folks to come over to the booth. As the small space started to cramp, Isaiah moved across the dance floor.

The music pumped through his ears and to his chest as he moved on instinct. Gliding across the floor while moving through the crowd with the beat of the music, it wasn't long until he stood next to Deliah, a smile plastered on his face. “You was taking a minute,”He explained smoothly,”I wanted to make sure you was good.” “And didn't I say not treat me like I'm delicate,”Deliah teased back with a smile,”I ain't need no help. I'm just waiting for the ice.” “Then I'll wait too,”He responded with a shrug,”If that's fine.” They smiled bigger and nodded, tapping their nails against the bar counter. As they stood there together, they couldn't help but notice a bit more about each other. Deliah stood over him, casting their eyes down at him while he gazed right back.

“So you've known Q a while?” She asked as the best of the music shifted. He nodded in response, leaning against the counter. “We met freshman year of high school in art. Bro been the homie ever since. He been keeping me up for a bit. The whole reason I'm here tonight.” He gave Deliah a glance and felt his face get hot when he realized they were paying him attention 100%. His throat felt dry and he couldn't help but awkwardly laugh, feeling embarrassed. “How'd you two meet? Can't say he's ever talked about you,”He added in to avoid any silence. “He used to come here every night,”They answered,”Open till close cutting it up on the dance floor. I saw him one night and gave him a offer as a promoter and we been tight ever since. He stopped for a lil bit, mentioning having to help out a friend. Now that I'm looking, I'm not sure what you need help with. You seem fine all by yourself.” Isaiah couldn't help but blush now, his entire face hot and bright pink. “Thank you, thank you. I was in a bad spot and he’s been a real one. Even when I ain't wanna listen to him. I think I'm better now though.” “Good,”They smiled as they dragged a bucket of ice towards him,”Then you can carry this for me.” Isaiah laugh was lost in the music as he lifted the bucket and followed behind her, being careful not to spill too much.

They went around the dance floor, doing their best to avoid bumping into whoever decided to hang out close to the wall. When they got back to the booth, it was packed. Two beautiful women sat to Quentin’s left while three handsome men sat to his right. In his lap was a person dressed in a flashy pink dress, their shoes clutched in their hands as they laughed at his joke. Quentin gave a nod to which Isaiah responded,”I was wondering where you went bro. Come here, meet the ladies and gentlemen-” “And enby,” Shouted the person in the pink dress,”Don't forget us!” Everyone around cheered, Quentin reached to grab the bottle of whiskey. “Come on y'all, shot time!” Everyone quickly grabbed a glass, Quentin pouring out one for everyone and two for himself. “To tonight,”He shouted over the music,”Wherever the fuck it takes us!” With a scattering of glasses drinking and cheers, everyone down the liquid, grunting or coughing as it went down their throats. Isaiah licked his lips as he put his glass down, closing his eyes as the alcohol hit his system.

When he felt a pull on his shirt, he turned around to Deliah, motioning their head back towards the floor. He grinned and only nodded as he followed behind them with their hands barely holding onto one another. He kept his gaze on their back, bouncing his head with the music. Watching as they began to twist their hips, he smiled and found himself moving with Deliah, keeping a comfortable distance as they got comfortable on the floor.

The way Deliah moved was hypnotizing. Swaying their hips, they moved in a small circle around Isaiah, sharing smiles as their eyes locked with each other. They came to a stop in front of him, putting their arms around his shoulders. He followed suit, putting a hand on their waist. They bounced in unison, letting the music speak for them. As their bodies drew closer, the bass picked up, reverberating around them.

Isaiah kept his gave on Deliah’s eyes only for them to fall down to their lips. The full color of their brown lips called out to him, followed by the smell of the whiskey. He swallowed, fighting back his urge to find out how good they must taste. Looking back up at their eyes, there was an intensity he hadn't noticed before. He twisted his lips into a half smile, feeling himself get lost in the music.

Just as the first track ended and the second began, they kissed. Deliah pressing themselves to him, Isaiah responding in kind as he pulled them closer. They parted their lips slow, Deliah tracing the outline of Isaiah's lips. He responded, opening his lips to taste their tongue as they wrestled for dominance in this moment. He could taste the whiskey fully along with the subtle hint of mint; guessing they may have had chewing gum before he arrived. They moved their hands, placing them on his wrists and guiding them from their waist lower. He smiled internally, giving their butt a squeeze as they continued to kiss.

He pulled back, catching his breath and staring at Deliah who smiled. They said nothing as they turned around, pressing their body against Isaiah in an effort to tease him. He bit his lip and rolled his eyes, trying to keep his stature. Placing his hands on Deliah’s thighs, he kept their bodies closed as they continued to bump and grind on the dance floor. The intensity exchanged between them was felt as they caught the eyes of others on the dance floor watching them, half smiles and looks of astonishment on their faces. Isaiah let out a laugh that was drowned by the music, letting his hands explore Deliah’s body. Roaming away from their thighs, he went up to their chest, gliding over the curve of their breasts and reaching their shoulders. A hand teased around their throat, squeezing on the sides before letting out, to the surprise of them both. Deliah shot him a pouting glance of their shoulder, he responded back with a small shrug.

Deliah turned back around, leaning down to speak only loud enough for him to hear. “I told you I'm not delicate…shit like that turns me on. Keep me entertained Isaiah. I just might let you have some tonight.” Pulling back from him to look at his grinning face, they started grinding against him harder on the floor, moving their hips in a way that Isaiah couldn't help but grab hold of them. He moved his own hips forward, rocking side to side as they both got into synch with one another.

The bass was almost numbing as they moved from the floor, fingers interlocked. Deliah led him outside, phone in hand as they called for an Uber. Isaiah watched them, looking back at the doors of the club. He could see the glowing strobe lights flash colors from the windows, letting out a deep breath he didn't realize he was holding in. His stress and worries melted away as he exhaled, throwing his head back to shake the locs from his face. As the Uber pulled up, Deliah stepped to the door and opened it. They turned back to him, cocking an eyebrow. “You getting in? I gotta know if what you showed me on the floor really mean what I think it means.” Isaiah gave one final look back to the club before walking to the Uber, grinning. “Yeah,” He replied smoothly, ”I'll show you that and a lil bit more if you're good.” “Boy please, ”They scoffed with a shake of their head, climbing into the Uber. Isaiah chuckled and climbed in after them, closing the door.

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