Destiny and Charli were out and about for Destiny's 30th birthday. She vowed to pay back Charli in 8 months when Charli turns 30. Destiny was wearing a red and black shirt with a black skirt and some red stilettos. Her hair was flowing freely down her back with little curls on the end. She was representing Trinidad as much as she could. Charli was also trying to represent her homeland, but it was Jamaica. She wore a similar shirt to Destiny's, but it was green and yellow. She had on a matching black skirt with green stilettos. Her hair was pinned back in a ponytail, but it still was very long.
They got on the line for a club in Fort Greene, but when the bouncer took notice of them, they were quickly jumped to the front of the line. As soon as they walked in, they were hit in the face with the smell of weed and Hennessey.
"Is Happy Hour over?" Destiny asked.
"Happy Hour? This is Time to Get Buckwild Hour!" Charli exclaimed.
"Hell yeah, girl. This shit is live. Thanks for taking me out. I appreciate it." Her and Charli exchanged hugs.
After about an hour of dancing with guys she didn't know and drinking and smoking, the club got boring.
"Ummm, Charli?" Destiny asked, figuring Charli read her mind like she always does.
"Yea, I know. It got real boring in just an hour. Looks like a brawl on the other side of the club," Charli responded and pointed to the other side of the club.
Destiny swung her head around and saw the brawl that was about to begin. Apparently, this guy didn't want to give another guy some money after losing a poker hand. There was also some yelling and screaming that wasn't understood by either Charli or Destiny. It wasn't long before a fist was thrown and a full on brawl began.
"This is our cue to leave," Charli said hurriedly
Destiny agreed and they ran as far away from the club as possible. Destiny was a little further ahead than Charli when they were in distance of the Marriott hotel. The entrance door swung open and Destiny fell backward.
"Sorry about that," a deep voice said. Destiny was about to go off about watching where you open the door when she caught a good look at his face. He was so divine to Destiny. His hair was almost as long as hers and he was wearing a red bandana. She wondered if the white boy knew it was dangerous to wear red in this area. She soon realized it didn't considering his intimidating size.
"Are you okay?" The man asked Destiny.
"Huh? Oh, me? I'm fine, just a little clumsy is all," Destiny responded.
"Looks like you were in a rush to get away from a place." As soon as he finished his sentence, Charli came up.
"Well, lookie here. Seems Destiny found a man," Charli joked, causing Destiny to blush.
"If you don't mind me asking ladies, where were you two running from?"
Charli spoke up before Destiny. "Before I tell you, my name is Charli and her name is Destiny. And we were running from a club. A reggae club just down the block from here. Just saying gambling, weed, and Hennessey don't mix."
"Well thanks for the introduction Charli and my name is Mark. Dammit! Me and some of the other guys I work with were gonna go there," Mark was mad. Now where was he supposed to go? He couldn't go back upstairs with his goddaughter who will probably call him all different kinds of pathetic. He also wanted to get to know Destiny better. She seemed nice to him and couldn't help but notice how gorgeous she was.
Just as Mark said that, Charli and Destiny noticed four guys come from behind him. They noticed three were black and one was white, which didn't matter because all 5 guys could defend themselves fine, Charli and Destiny both seemed to think.
"What's the problem, deadman?" the white guy asked and then took a look at Charli, which she kindly returned.
"These ladies-the one in the red is Destiny and the other Charli-were telling me how there was a brawl at the club we were supposed to go to," Mark said to him and then returned his attention to Charli and Destiny. "So everyone is familiar with each other, Charli, Destiny this Randy, Kofi, Jayson, and Shad."
"Nice to meet you," Charli and Destiny said in unison. Charli had her eye on Randy as she said it.
"Actually fellas, there's this place in Flatbush we were gonna go to afterwards anyway. But not this soon. All of you are invited to come, including you Mark," Destiny said, with an edge of flirtation when mentioning Mark.
Everyone caught the tone of Destiny's voice, including Mark. Charli was giggly trying to hide a full-blown hysterical laughter. Randy was winking at Charli and she smiled and licked her lips. Mark, Destiny, Jayson, Kofi, and Shad were looking at them two back and forth before Jayson finally broke the silence.
"Okay, so are we gonna go to Flatbush or watch as Charli and Randy make googly eyes at each other?" he asked.
"Umm yeah, Flatbush right. Destiny, I trust with the keys to my car since I have no idea where Flatbush is," Mark said as he handed Destiny the keys to his car. She and Mark were in the front while Kofi, Jayson, Shad, Randy, and Charli somehow managed to fit in the back. It's safe to say it helped a little that Charli sat on Randy's lap.
It took just 20 minutes to get from Fort Greene to Flatbush, which was more than enough time for Randy and Charli to get acquainted with each other. They stood on the line and within 15 minutes, they were inside the club. To Charli and Destiny's surprise, nobody looked at Randy or Mark strangely. All seven got a table in the back and ordered some drinks. They all spoke a little and drank a little more. Destiny and Charli learned that the 5 men were wrestlers for the WWE. Randy and Shad were the only ones who used their real name, while Kofi just used his real first name. Jayson was known as JTG and Mark was known as The Undertaker, causing Destiny's eyes to widen.
"You're The Undertaker? My little brother loves you!" she exclaimed.
"Well, your brother has good taste," Mark smiled and then winked at her.
They drank some more until everyone was pissy drunk.
Attitude gal! One of dem, two of dem, send a crew of dem I will whine dem
Dutty Wine by Tony Matterhorn blasted through the speakers. Immediately, a drunk Charli wobbled up with Randy in tow and started grinding her ass on his dick. While Kofi, Jayson, and Shad knew there was nothing wrong, Mark was confused.
"Is she supposed to do that?" Mark slurred his question to Destiny while Jayson, Kofi, and Shad found some ladies to dance with.
"Yea, it's quite normal. She's from Jamaica and I'm from Trinidad. What she's doing is actually quite mild," Destiny responded.
"So that's what Ashley meant," Mark said low but not low enough for her not to hear. She waved it off though.
"You wanna show me ya got darlin'? Mark wondered. Mark got his response when Destiny grabbed him, threw his back against the wall and started doing basically the same thing Charli was, but slightly better. Mark couldn't help how hard he was getting and wanted to take her back to the hotel room. He hoped the guys and Charli found a way back because after the song ended and another song played, Mark had lost control and grabbed Destiny by the waist and took her out the club. Lucky for Mark, she was too drunk to protest. He put her in the car as calmly as he could and went the same route they did to get there. As soon as they got out the car in front of the hotel and got on the elevator, they were tonguing each other down.
"I want you," Destiny seemed to get out.
"The feeling is mutual," Mark responded.
