Guuuurl I got something to tell you [TEQUILA]

Heels clicked on pavement, keeping to certain rhythm as the dark skinned woman with her swaying hips made her way into the strip club. Once upon a time, she worked at that very club but now she was her own boss. Tequila rather liked calling the shots, working on her own schedule and deciding who her “clients” were. Hell, she got to pocket all of her earnings without answering to some idiot out to cheat her out of what she deserved. It was a pretty sweet deal if she has anything to say about it.

Pushing thick locks of dark, wavy brown from her shoulders, she stepped past the bouncer and into the clamor of the club. What brought her to her old stomping ground was her best friend who may or may not have had some news to tell her. Either way, he was always willing to visit the girl who helped her in her time of need. Sometimes, Tequila was convinced that Naomi was her only real friend. Boy, did they have some crazy times together. Good times.

The black woman was barely in the threshold of 4play when she spotted a familiar head of wavy brown hair stepping away from the bar. Well, if it wasn’t Naomi herself. Who would have thought she found her best friend without any effort? “’Ay girl,” She greeted back, drawing out every word. Tequila sauntered her way across the floor with the light playing off her warm, coffee toned skin and the fabric of her dress. While she was just as eager to hear the news, she didn’t hesitate to take the drink.

“Thanks hun.” Bringing up the shot glass to her lips, she swallowed down the bitter alcoholic beverage and lowered it away. “Lord knows I could always use a shot of tequila.” She laughed. Of course, she wasn’t called over for a drink. “So girl, what have you got to tell me? I’m all ears.” Tequila looked around the bar, spotting a quiet corner for them to sit. “No, no. Wait. How ‘bout we have a seat and talk away from this noise. Come, come. Tell me everything girl.”

The dark skinned woman took stride across the club’s tiled floor, long legs carrying her gracefully alongside her friend with a moment’s pause to set down the empty shot glass. At the quiet little corner of the club, she dropped herself in a chair. Brown hued eyes wandered about with a hint of nostalgia. She always thought back on the day when she worked at 4Play, pulling amazing feats on the shiny metal poles. Those were fun day, but her new job paid better.

Her attention shot back to her friend the moment the news landed in her ears. Tequila’s eyes lit up instantly as excitement and happiness bubbled up as she registered the new fully. She barely had time to silence the excited squeal that slipped past her plump, heart shaped lips. “Girl! That is the best news I’ve heard from you this year! C’mon, girl. Details. I need more than what your telling me. What’s his hair color? Where does he work? What do you like best about ‘em? Tell me it all!”

It wasn’t every day that her best friend landed herself a man and she wanted to hear every last juicy detail. Her excitement for the new just made her more insistent for the information, but she was sure he friend wouldn’t mind at all. “Ryeson’s a cute name. Sounds like a rich boy name.” She flashed a hungry smile as the thought of money drifted into her thoughts; however, it was quenched quickly. “Ooo, girl, I’m so happy for you! My son’s going to be so jealous. His favorite girl’s been stolen right out from under his nose.” She giggled.