Destiny woke up in the morning with a sigh. March 5th, a day she loved…until today.
"The big 3-0. It's official, I'm old," she thought to herself. Destiny was about to go into a state of self-moping when her phone went off.
"Hello?"
"Happy Birthday girl!" Destiny recognized the voice immediately. It was her best friend, Charli.
"Thanks, I really appreciate it," she said dryly.
"Okay grumpy, I see where this is going. I'll be over in a few minutes."
Before Destiny could respond, Charli was already off the phone and on her way to Destiny's house. Destiny just sighed and decided to take a shower. After getting out the shower, she put on a silk pink robe and went into her kitchen and poured herself a glass of orange juice.
Charli knocked on her door about an half hour later. It would have taken her less time if she hadn't stopped at the Manna's in Harlem to pick up some breakfast. She had two plates of turkey sausage, pancakes, eggs, and grits.
"I like how you're trying to make me fat on my birthday."
"Awww, come on. I'm trying to make you full so you could do a lot of drinking tonight. I'm taking you out to that new reggae club that just opened up."
Charli and Destiny's parents are both from islands. Charli's parents are from Jamaica while Destiny's parents are from Trinidad, which explains why her whole penthouse apartment in the Upper East Side is painted in either red, black, or white.
"A reggae club? It's been a while. I hope I still remember what to do," Destiny said kind of excitedly.
"Don't worry. You're Trinidadian; it's in your blood."
"Yeah, you're right. Since moving here years ago, I almost forgot how Trini I am. Hell yeah, Charli! We gwan get wild," Destiny exclaimed.
The two spent the rest of the day shopping and searching for outfits to put together before they hit up the clubs in Flatbush and Fort Greene to celebrate Destiny's birthday.
"Hey, Uncle Mark, what you doing after the show?" Ashley asked.
"None of your business, little girl," Mark growled at her.
"Ahh, I see. Still getting over the bimbo. Listen, if it's any consolation, I didn't like her."
"Thanks, Ashley. This is just what I need: advice from somewhere who just got her period 3 months ago."
"Hey, listen. I may be 12 and still maturing, but I know what I'm talking about. What you need is some a good fuck and a good time. Before you scold me on my language, think about what I said."
Before he could even do that, he thought about what his goddaughter said. He also thought about why he decided to take her in after her parents died. She's a good kid, very respectful. He was actually the only person she ever spoke like this around.
The Smackdown/ECW show was over and Mark had just finished teaming with Kane and Kofi Kingston against Edge, Chavo Guerrero, and Jack Swagger. Mark had taken a liking to Kofi's work ethic and his respect for him, Glen, and their ideas for what he could do during the match so he could get over with the crowd. It's safe to say their ideas worked. He couldn't think about that right now. He figured he should take Ashley's advice and go to a club.
"Maybe you're right, Ashley. I'll take you back to the hotel room and me and Glen will find someplace to go in New York City."
"Actually, Uncle Mark, Uncle Glen is going out with that Maryse chick. Who knew he had a thing for French-Canadians? Maybe, that dude Kofi will want to go somewhere. I'm pretty sure he knows some good places to go party."
Mark couldn't help but believe she was being biased because they were both black. However, Mark had to admit he never met a black person who didn't know how to have fun. He groaned at how he was taking her advice. She was 12 years old for Christ's sake! Trying to ignore that sad fact, he swallowed his pride, exited the locker room and found Kofi in the catering area.
"Hey, Kofi. You did great out there tonight. Keep it up kid, you'll be a star when these old bag of bones wear out."
"Thanks. With all due respect, those bag of bones better give out after I get a chance to wrestle them," Kofi joked.
Mark laughed. "Yea, so anyway do you know any place I could go in New York to have fun?"
"Uhhh, yeah. Me, Jayson, and Shad are going to this place in Flatbush. You know since they're from Brooklyn, they know all the good places."
"That's great. You three wouldn't mind having an old white guy around, would ya?"
"If it was Vinny Mac or Shawn, maybe. But not you deadman. You could hang with us. Jayson and Shad wouldn't mind either," Kofi joked.
"Okay, so let me drop off my goddaughter at the Marriott in Fort Greene and from there, we'll go to Flatbush." As if on cue, Ashley appeared out of nowhere.
"So I see Uncle Mark is finding a new group of friends. Make sure he doesn't embarrass himself. There's a difference between this Jamaican and other Jamaicans," Ashley said.
Kofi couldn't help but spit out the water he was drinking and start laughing.
"Oh Mark will blend in fine, he already has experience dealing with island girls."
"Ok, Ashley get your stuff out the locker room and get in the car. I'm taking you to the Marriott in Brooklyn," Mark said, can't believing she actually said those things.
Ashley got her stuff from out the locker room and he saw Kofi, Jayson, Shad, and surprisingly Randy waiting for him by his truck.
"I guess six is a crowd, ehh Uncle Mark?" Ashley quipped. Mark just looked down at her and continued walking towards the car with Ashley right on his heels. They all managed to fit in the car and drove to Fort Greene to check into the hotel. After hearing Ashley rant and rave about how feisty island girls are for 20 minutes while putting on his clothes, he was ready to go.
Randy, Shad, Kofi, Jayson, and Mark had no idea what type of night they would be in for.