I would like to begin by explaining the writing style that you are about to read. I decided to do something different and make a game out of this particular writing piece. I wanted to have a Premiere Party before leaving for Georgia to start my blog titled, “Five Nights in Savannah.” The people that were invited were asked to come up with a name for themselves, or I helped provide the name if needed. I took their physical descriptions and some personality traits. With the name that they gave me or the name that I provided a character was developed in this party. Only this party is not a real party and only took place in my imagination. So, the groups of people that are in this party for the most part know each other. It is up to all of you to decide who you are. Let the guessing begin.
Lazheek was the first to arrive. I screamed with excitement as I ran down the steps when I heard him call out my name from the living room. As I reached the bottom of the staircase, I leaped onto the six-foot five-inch brown man. His arms embraced my small frame. I was so excited to get the party started. I helped Lazheek carry the bags he entered with to the dining room table. “Wow! You got a lot of decorations.” I mentioned, “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
We began going through his things, pulling out items. We started to decorate and put everything in its place. The doorbell rang and I knew it would be Vanilla Dreamsicle, it was too early for any of the guests to arrive.
I opened the door to see her hands holding a pizza pan covered with aluminum foil. The handles of two plastic grocery bags hung off her forearms. “Come in hurry.” I told her. I guided her to the square table and helped her with all her bags, all of which contained food and snacks. We set large bowls out and filled them with chips and pretzels. Smaller bowls were used for salsa, ranch dressing, and blue cheese. Lazheek was chopping away at vegetables on the kitchen island.
Everything was perfect and in place when the two security guards arrived. Both men were over six feet tall with broad shoulders and faces that let people know messing with them is not an option. “Hey Pepper. Hey Salt.” I greeted them both. I filled them in on how many people were coming and that no one was allowed in without an invitation. The bar was open, so I wanted to be cautious on who was drinking. The good thing was a friend of the family decided to provide the open bar for me at half off. It helped that they owned a bar in the city. I told Pepper and Salt to make their plates, and each grabbed a drink before the guests began to arrive. I was sure we were all going to be busy. The two men sat down to plates filled with oven baked barbecue chicken wings, cold pizza, carrot sticks, macaroni salad, coleslaw, and Little Smoke Sausages individually wrapped in bacon with a hint of brown sugar on top. The men enjoyed their meal and their alcoholic beverages.
I passed out ear mics for us all, we tested them, and giggled at the stupid stuff we were saying to each other. We were all excited and couldn’t wait for everyone to begin to arrive. Lazheek spoke out loud to Alexia, “Play Bare Wit Me” by Teyana Taylor.
Alexia responds, “Here is, Bare Wit Me by Teyana Taylor.” The music filled multiple parts of the house. Surround sound speakers were in all the areas including the bathroom. The atmosphere relaxed at the tone of the R&B song. The voice was inviting and smoothly slithered throughout the house.
Salt and Pepper assumed their positions just in time, we had our first guest. We watched the guards ask our guest for their invitation. Salt chimed in on the mic, “Informer has arrived. Status cleared.”
I answered, “Please let her in. Thank you.”
The door opened and Informer came in. Her bangs and the sides of her hair were pinned up to her sides. She looked very relaxed in her tights and baby doll shirt. Her smile was huge as we embraced. Our small group waved her over. Vanilla Dreamsicle passed Inspector a glass of slushie wine that she had made for the party. Everyone hung out at the table talking, some catching up, others getting to know each other.
Twenty minutes later our mics went off again another visitor had arrived. Informer was intrigued with our communication skills regarding the mics. C-Cat came in with a fruit tray. Her hair was neatly pinned up with flowing blond curls peeping out at certain places. She was wearing a navy-blue swing summer dress with a cream cardigan and matching ballerina shoes. I walked her to the dining room table where we joined the others in conversation. Vanilla Dreamsicle was right there again with another slushie wine glass for C-Cat this time.
My heart soared as more people showed up, Sweetness and Pink Frog arrived simultaneously. The two young women didn’t know each other but their faces were familiar to one other. I met the ladies by the door. I complemented Sweetness on her silk cream button down shirt and dark tights. I was jealous of her cream MK designer bag. Pink Frog wore a pair of capri leggings, a cute V neck top with a long necklace, and a nice pair if leather sling back shoes with a tiny heel. Her hair was left loose flowing freely down her back. I quickly brought both young women to the dining room table and introduced everyone. Some knew Pink Frog from another department at our job. Vanilla Dreamsicle gave each woman a glass of slushie wine.
The music continued to play softly throughout the entire house. The small group swayed to the melody as they laughed and talked. Vanilla Dreamsicle made sure everyone’s wine glasses were topped off appropriately with her special slushie wine drink. Three of the six in the group sat straight when they heard their mics go off again.
Salt’s deep voice boomed through the mic, “There’s a line out here now. Do you want us to clear them and let them all walk inside, or do you still want each person announced?”
I thought for a minute, “Announce them so just we know beforehand who’s coming in. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
Brown Sugar and Hell’s Fire arrived together, both young men appeared to be dressed in Sneaker Villa’s finest spring collection. They walked in with a smooth rhythmic walk that matched the music. The crowd that had built up to this point was cheering the two on, “WooHoo!” Some whistled, while others clapped. Vanilla Dreamscile had their slushie wine glasses ready. That was the welcome drink of the evening. We all began talking again right where we left off when Salt’s voice chimed through our mics again.
Another dynamic duo was now arriving, DKM and Rico Suave, both men arrived with an aura of seduction. Around Rico’s neck was a white scarf making the navy in his blazer pop out. DKM took the top hat off his head and nodded at the ladies while holding their stares. I grinned at how some of the ladies tightened their lips and narrowed their eyes at DKM’s move of respect for them. Giggles could be heard. They each received their slushie wine drink from Vanilla Dreamscile.
Thundering T was next to enter from the line outside. Her hair was long with light to medium spiral curls. She had on a loose-fitting pink top with a black cardigan and a pair of jeans. Her loud booming voice could be heard from every inch of the house. Her excitement along with the two-step dance she did to the beat of the music was fun and caused some loud, “Go ahead girl!” responses from the group. Laughing she joined the group by the table.
Carrie walked in next, she was set in her black slacks and baby blue top that screamed comfort. She held a big square white box. I knew it was our cake and I was super excited to see it. Her cakes have always been the best. I took the box from her hands and thanked her for making it for us. She found her way to the table with everyone else.
Uniquekindagal and Star were the next ones I greeted. Uniquekindagal was wearing a long sleek dress with a slit that ran up to the lower thigh. Her braids were fresh and on point with the blond color to the lower half of her hair and the top braids consisting of her natural color. Her hands were clapping, and she was swaying to the music. Star wore a full piece jump suit with a cute long cardigan. These ladies reeked of confidence as they made their way to join the crowd at the dining room table.
Inspector Gadget walked in, and everyone grew excited. He wore a long black trench coat and when he opened it the bottles of wine hung on the inside. He yelled out to the crowd, “What flavor would you like?” They went wild saying their favorite flavors out loud and he gladfully pulled out the flavors they wanted. Vanilla Dreamsicle helped him pour the glasses of wine. For the most part everyone was sticking to the dining room area. I wanted that to change.
The mic in my ear chimed again and I was informed that Surfer King arrived. I quickly left the dining room area and hurried to the door just in time he walked in his blonde hair wild and free. His button-down Hawaiian shirt had the two of the top buttons open revealing necklace with a shark’s tooth hanging on it. His khaki pants were primed and wrinkle free. He also gravitated towards the group that was growing at the table.
Kayci and White Chocolate entered together although they said they had not arrived together, it just so happened they arrived at the same time and began talking while standing in line. These two were wild and loud. Kayci was wearing a black suit and tie, he spined in a circle while saying he was fresh for the ladies. White Chocolate licked her finger and placed it on Kayci’s shoulder while making a sizzling noise. “He is hot!” She declared to no one in particular. I thought she looked hot with her tight black miniskirt dress that came off her one shoulder. Then she yelled, “Why isn’t anyone dancing?” Vanilla Dreamsicle placed slushie wine glasses into their hands as she had done to all the others.
Lazheek called out to Alexia to change the music. He knew exactly what this crowd needed. Alexia responded to Lazheek’s request, “Now playing ‘Get your Big Head on the Floor’ by, Ms. Jade featuring Missy and Timberland.”
The music started and the hands raised, some clapped. Others slowly made their way to the dance floor. Hips motioned from the left to the right. Some had wine glasses in hand as they two stepped trying to get one last sip in before they let it loose. Others realized there was an open bar and made their way over there. The yells of fun and laughter filled the atmosphere as the singer asked for everyone to get up on the floor. The crowd was energized and moved to the rhythm of the song. Feet stomped and swayed as each person tried to show off their steps.
I heard the guys say on the mic that Tenderheart had arrived. I told him to tell Tenderheart to join us on the dance floor. I waved from the middle of the crowd as I swayed my hips and stepped to the same rhythmic motion as everyone else around me. Without a second thought Tenderheart rocked his hips and danced his way into the crowd while singing, “Get your big head on the floor…” I yelled, “WhooHoo!” as I watched him grove his way next to the others. The fun had begun.
The music changed but people stayed on a dance floor. Everyone was having a great time. The bartender had even made a mixture of different drinks and had put in it on a silver tray that she walked around with and delivered drinks on the dance floor. They gas were fascinated by the fact that they didn’t even have to walk to the bar to get their drink, the drinks were coming to them. That made them even more relaxed and able to enjoy their time. Meanwhile the bartender was getting a substantial number of tips.
The mic went off in my ear, but I couldn’t exactly hear what was being said. It sounded like it was very loud outside. The music had gotten louder in the inside of the house, and I just figured that people on the outside could hear us having a really good time and they couldn’t wait to come in and be a part of it so their party started from the outside while waiting to come in. Little did I know it was something else totally different. The mic went off again, and again I heard yelling. I wasn’t ready to get off the dance floor I was having a really good time, so I chose to ignore it. I was paying Salt and Pepper good money to handle whatever was going on outside and I was going to trust that that would happen.
Curiosity got the best of me, and I decided to go and sneak close to the window that would allow me to be able to view what was happening outside. The commotion was hilarious. Spice had arrived and she was ticked off. I couldn’t hear what was being said so I slowly cracked the window. Spice’s voice was loud and she was proud of it.
“I’m telling you I was invited!”
Pepper kept his voice down as best as he could, “I understand you were invited but I can’t let you in without your invitation.”
“So, what am I supposed to do go home and get it! I don’t lie near here.”
“Well Ma’am you’re not getting in without it so if you were invited, please go and get the invitation so I can clear you and let you in.”
“Clear me!?! Don’t you have a list or something?”
“No, we were not given a list. We were simply told to ask for invitation and those that did not arrive with one could not get in.”
“Go get Addington, right now!” Spice demanded.
“Go get your invitation right now!” Pepper yelled back at her.
I was giggling at the sight of a five-foot five woman yelling at a six foot five big durylic man. Spice had balls and everyone knew she didn’t care what anyone thought. Her blond hair rested just below her shoulders, the tips curled giving her hair a bounce with every angry head bob and turn from side to side.
The crowd began to scream and squeal, the mic in my ear went off. Lazheek’s voice was heard in my ear. “Addi get over here your missing it.” Lazheek would sometimes call me Addi, pronounced with a y on the end, which was short for Addington. I forgot about the spectacle with my security guards and walked quickly back into the crowd to see what was going on.
There I saw White Chocolate slightly bent forward at the waist, leaning against Brown Sugar’s groin. They were swaying back and forth in equal motion, her hands slid up the sides of her waste and up into the air freely to the beat of the music. She thrusted her head back as Brown Sugar leaned his head closer to hers and breathed on the back of her neck as they danced in a hot sea of lust. His hands slid down her thigh as she turned to face him. Their eyes locked as the forbidden dance continued.
The yelling outside got louder, and I could hear Spice’s voice at times above the music or in between the singing during the pauses. I decided to divert my attention back to the window. By this point I could see Pepper picking Spice up and trying to physically move her. Spice was not having it she was kicking, and her arms were everywhere. She was threatening Pepper and saying she was going to stick her foot up his *** as soon as he let her down.
With Pepper moving Spice out the way, Salt was able to work through the rest of the people. Sasha arrived with a V-neck shirt on and jeggings. She had a dolphin necklace around her neck and a gold mic in her hand. I knew Sasha was going to sing. I waved my hands when she was inside, I motioned her to get a drink and some snacks if she wanted. By this time Lazheek had dimmed the lights and turned on the strobe light.
My attention went back to the window where I watched Spice walk away after flashing Pepper the bird. She vowed she would return and told him to watch his back. I laughed at the fight between the two. I could’ve easily let Spice in but instead I decided to see what she would do next. I knew she was crazy and that her next action would liven the party up even more.
I went back to the dance floor to join the sound of love, fun, and laughter. I saw Brown Sugar and White Chocolate had moved their love antiques elsewhere. I didn’t see Hell’s Fire either. Lazheek slid in front of me, his face was set as his body swayed to the music. I allowed myself to fall into the rhythmic beat captivated by the singer’s voice. My mic chimed; more guests had arrived.
Gizmo walked through the front door and just stood watching the scene before her. A large group of people were dancing, arms in the air. Some were sitting at the bar with martinis in their hands and Long Island Ice Teas. I greeted Gizmo while Vanilla Dreamsicle appeared out of nowhere and handed Gizmo a slushie wine drink. “Oh thanks.” Her eyes brightened at the taste, “This is good and sweet.”
“Thanks. It’s Inspector Gadget’s newest flavor. Vanilla Dreamsicle found a recipe on how to turn wine it into slushie drinks so that part belongs to her.”
She thanked me and I moved on to her looks, “You look so cute, and I love that you let your red hair loose. You always have it up at work.”
“I know I decided to let it breathe.” With that we both laughed, and Gizmo went to join DKM and Rico Suave at the bar. I also saw Brown Sugar, Hell’s Fire, White Chocolate, and Surfer King talking and drinking near the bar.
I could see Gismo smiling and talking with the group when she made her way over. DKM was silent. It wasn’t long after that everyone left the bar area except for DKM. He appeared to be confused on why everyone had left him standing at the bar. I knew the truth; he had dropped one of his atomic bombs. I shook my head from side-to-side people just didn’t understand that him passing gas around you was the way he showed his affection for you.
I stayed by the door because I was already told that another visitor was entering now, Buttercream. Her long curly hair was also loose. She wore a top that hugged her breasts nicely and fanned out underneath allowing the material to flow nicely around her waist. I guided her to the dining room table where the snacks were. She took a seat and danced in her chair while grabbing items from the snack bowls. Vanilla Dreamsicle had begun to set the real food out. People would soon be able to eat.
From the corner of my eye, I could see what appeared to be a leg entering my living room window. I laughed so hard because I knew who it was. Carrie was helping her to get inside. Slowly her other leg slipped inside. From the raised blind I could see either Salt or Pepper’s large frame standing before her trying to stop her from getting through the window. The music blared so yelling wouldn’t help Carrie’s cause. I decided to let the drama unfold. Carrie grabbed her cane and was trying to knock out the security guard’s legs. It seemed like Spice had the upper hand until the chime came through, “Salt I need your help over here this crazy lady is breaking and entering.”
“You mean a big guy like you can’t handle a small woman like her? I’m coming.” Salt testified.
“Wait until you get over here and see what I mean.” Pepper’s words came out with attitude, “LADY STOP IT! STOP HITTING ME!”
I couldn’t help but hysterically laugh. I was so happy everyone was having a good time.
Fraggle Rock, Dolce, Sunshine, and Vasandra Horse arrived at the same time. I was glad I was near the front door when they walked in. “HEY…” Fraggle Rock threw her fist in the air and pumped it to the music. “ There’s fun happening in here.” Her hair was braided beautifully to her shoulders, the ends of the braids seemed to twist into spiral curls. Her freckles were popping right along with the bounce in her step towards the dance floor.
Dolce gave me a hug as she has always done and confirmed that we all always knew Fraggle Rock was a wild one. Together we shared that laugh. I wanted people to start eating so I had decided to take these three ladies over to the table where the food was already out. I could tell Dolce had been out in the sun a little because her freckles were also noticeable. I complimented her hair and told her I loved the straight silky shoulder length look. Sunshine and Vasandra Horse were in their own conversation as they followed Dolce and I.
At the table with drinks in hand I turned towards Sunshine and Vasandra Horse, both ladies looked stunning in their own ways. Sunshine wore a long powder pink summer dress with a pair of white shiny high heels. Vasandra Horse wore khaki slacks and white button-down shirt with white Sperry loafers. A white Gatsby cap lay on her head while the full length of her hair rested on her back.
I told Vasandra Horse and sunshine that I had a special place for them. Both ladies followed me out of the dining room area, through the dance floor, down a small hallway which led into another living room. I pulled the special smoke blocking curtain to the side, and we walked in. The entire room was set up as a hookah lounge. I welcomed the ladies to their very own private smoking room. I left the ladies in their room to enjoy their time together, knowing that others would follow.
I walked back towards the first living room that had turned into the dance floor. I could see that Spice had made it all the way through the window and was now inside. I saw Informer standing there with her hands on her hips yelling at Salt and Pepper about how they should be ashamed of themselves. Both men were trying to argue their case with her.
I sneaked up to the group by the window and put my arm around Spice’s arm. I whispered in her ear to come with me. We slowly grooved to the dance floor blending in with everyone else. We danced while she yelled at me for hiring Salt and Pepper. She said that was the stupidest thing I could have done, and I did not need them there. She continued by saying that if I ever had another party with security guards again, she would not come. I laughed. She yelled, “It’s not funny.” I stopped laughing and tried to hold it in. She then told me she couldn’t stand me and danced with her back to me, shunning me from her circle of life. It would only be a matter of time before she would love me again.
Sasha had somehow climbed on the bar and was preparing to do something. All I could picture was her falling and breaking her neck, but she seemed like a pro at this. The guitar started playing through the speakers, the hum of her voice flowed through the speakers, she took a deep breath preparing to start. “Mississippi in the middle of a dry spell… Jimmy Rogers on the Victrola up high… Mama’s dancin’ with a baby on her shoulder… The sun is setting like molasses in the sky…”
The crowd hoot and hollered at Sasha’s impression of, “Black Velvet” by, Alannah Myles. Some raised Bic lighters as Sasha’s voice grew, “Black velvet and that little boy’s smile… Black velvet with that slow southern style… A new religion that’ll bring ya to your knees…”
The crowd cheered Sasha on, and her confidence grew. She began to walk from one end of the bar to the other end. Her eyes at one point closed, her back bent forward at the waist as her voice made love to the mic. Some of us didn’t know she could sing but to this song, on this day, she didn’t just sing, she made love to the song. Everyone clapped and cheered as Sasha appeared to be deciding how to get off of the bar. It ended up being a little too high for her to get down, so we had to get Salt and Pepper to come over and help her. We really had no idea how she got up herself on the tall bar.
When I turned around, I could see that the two kayaks that were attached to my ceiling were taken down and resting on the living room floor. Brown Sugar was in one kayak with white chocolate sitting at the front of it. Hell’s Fire was in the other kayak. Apparently, they were kayaking White Chocolate around my living room to Sasha’s Black Velvet song. At first glance I didn’t catch that Hell’s Fire had something on the front of the kayak he was sitting in too. It was my tiny five-pound dog Graceinator. She sat as if she was sitting on the bow of a ship sailing out into sea.
The party lasted until about 1:00 AM and we all had a good time. Most of the food was gone which I was grateful for because I didn’t want to have to throw anything away. After you guys all left, I showered and off we were to begin our journey of Five Nights in Savannah.
I would like to begin by explaining the writing style that you are about to read. I decided to do something different and make a game out of this particular writing piece. I wanted to have a Premiere Party before leaving for Georgia to start my blog titled, “Five Nights in Savannah.” The people that were invited were asked to come up with a name for themselves, or I helped provide the name if needed. I took their physical descriptions and some personality traits. With the name that they gave me or the name that I provided a character was developed in this party. Only this party is not a real party and only took place in my imagination. So, the groups of people that are in this party for the most part know each other. It is up to all of you to decide who you are. Let the guessing begin.
Lazheek was the first to arrive. I screamed with excitement as I ran down the steps when I heard him call out my name from the living room. As I reached the bottom of the staircase, I leaped onto the six-foot five-inch brown man. His arms embraced my small frame. I was so excited to get the party started. I helped Lazheek carry the bags he entered with to the dining room table. “Wow! You got a lot of decorations.” I mentioned, “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
We began going through his things and began pulling out items. We started to decorate and put everything in its place. The doorbell rang and I knew it would be Vanilla Dreamsicle, it was too early for any of the guests to arrive.
I opened the door to see her hands holding a pizza pan covered with aluminum foil. The handles of two plastic grocery bags hung off her forearms. “Come in hurry.” I told her. I guided her to the square table and helped her with all her bags, all of which contained food and snacks. We set large bowls out and filled them with chips and pretzels. Smaller bowls were used for salsa, ranch dressing, and blue cheese. Lazheek was chopping away at vegetables on the kitchen island.
Everything was perfect and in place when the two security guards arrived. Both men are over six feet tall with broad shoulders and faces that let people know messing with them is not an option. “Hey Pepper. Hey Salt.” I greeted them both upon opening the door for them. I filled them in on how many people were coming and that no one was allowed in without an invitation. The bar was an open bar, so I wanted to be cautious on who was drinking. The good thing was a friend of the family decided to provide the open bar for me at half off. It did help that they own a bar in the city. I told Pepper and Salt to make their plates, and each grab a drink before the guests begin to arrive. I was sure we were all going to be busy. The two men sat down to plates filled with oven baked barbeque chicken wings, cold pizza, carrot sticks, macaroni salad, coleslaw, and Little Smoke Sausages individually wrapped in bacon with a hint of brown sugar on top. The men enjoyed their meal and their alcoholic beverages.
I passed out ear mics for us all, we tested them, and giggled at the stupid stuff we were saying to each other. We were all excited and couldn’t wait for everyone to begin to arrive. Lazheek spoke out loud to Alexia, “Play Bare Wit Me” by Teyana Taylor.
Alexia responds, “Here is, Bare Wit Me by Teyana Taylor.” The music filled multiple parts of the house. Surround sound speakers were in all the areas including the bathroom. The atmosphere relaxed at the tone of the R&B song. The voice was inviting and smoothly slithered throughout the house.
Salt and Pepper assumed their positions just in time, we had our first guest. We watched the guards ask our guest for their invitation. Salt chimed in on the mic, “Informer has arrived. Status cleared.”
I answered, “Please let her in. Thank you.”
The door opened and Informer came in. Her bangs and the sides of her hair were pinned up to her sides. She looked very relaxed in her tights and baby doll shirt. Her smile was huge as we embraced. Our small group waved her over. Vanilla Dreamsicle passed Inspector a glass of slushie wine that she had made for the party. Everyone hung out at the table talking, some catching up, others getting to know each other.
Twenty minutes later our mics went off again another visitor had arrived. Informer was intrigued with our communication skills regarding the mics. C-Cat came in with a fruit tray. Her hair was neatly pinned up with flowing blond curls peeping out at certain places. She was wearing a navy-blue swing summer dress with a cream cardigan and matching ballerina shoes. I walked her to the dining room table where we joined the others in conversation. Vanilla Dreamsicle was right there again with another slushie wine glass for C-Cat this time.
My heart soared as more people showed up, Sweetness and Pink Frog arrived simultaneously. The two young women didn’t know each other but their faces were familiar to one other. I met the ladies by the door. I complemented Sweetness on her silk cream button down shirt and dark tights. I was jealous of her cream MK designer bag. Pink Frog wore a pair of capri leggings, a cute V neck top with a long necklace, and a nice pair if leather sling back shoes with a tiny heel. Her hair was left loose flowing freely down her back. I quickly brought both young women to the dining room table and introduced everyone. Some knew Pink Frog from another department at our job. Vanilla Dreamsicle gave each woman a glass of wine.
The music continued to play softly throughout the entire house. The small group swayed to the melody as they laughed and talked. Vanilla Dreamsicle made sure everyone’s wine glasses were topped off appropriately with her special slushie wine drink. Three of the six in the group sat straight when they heard their mics go off again.
Salt’s deep voice boomed through the mic, “There’s a line out here now. Do you want us to clear them and let them all walk inside, or do you still want each person announced?”
I thought for a minute, “Announce them so just we know beforehand who’s coming in. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
Brown Sugar and Hell’s Fire arrived together, both young men appeared to be dressed in Sneaker Villa’s finest spring collection. They walked in with a smooth rhythmic walk that matched the music. The crowd that had built up to this point was cheering the two on, “WooHoo!” Some whistled, while others clapped. Vanilla Dreamscile had their slushie wine glasses ready. That was the welcome drink of the evening. We all began talking again right where we left off when Salt’s voice chimed through our mics again.
Another dynamic duo was now arriving, DKM and Rico Suave, both men arrived with an aura of seduction. Around Rico’s neck was a white scarf making the navy in his blazer pop out. DKM took the top hat off his head and nodded at the ladies while holding their stares. I grinned at how some of the ladies tightened their lips and narrowed their eyes at DKM’s move of respect for them. Giggles could be heard. They each received their slushie wine drink from Vanilla Dreamscile.
Thundering T was next to enter from the line outside. Her hair was long with light to medium spiral curls. She had on a loose-fitting pink top with a black cardigan and a pair of jeans. Her loud booming voice could be heard from every inch of the house. Her excitement along with the two-step dance she did to the beat of the music was fun and caused some loud, “Go ahead girl!” responses from the group. Laughing she joined the group by the table.
Carrie walked in next, she was set in her black slacks and baby blue top that screamed comfort. She held a big square white box. I knew it was our cake and I was super excited to see it. Her cakes have always been the best. I took the box from her hands and thanked her for making it for us. She found her way to the table with everyone else.
Uniquekindagal and Star were the next ones I greeted. Uniquekindagal was wearing a long sleek dress with a slit that ran up to the lower thigh. Her braids were fresh and on point with the blond color to the lower half of her hair and the top braids consisting of her natural color. Her hands were clapping, and she was swaying to the music. Star wore a full piece jump suit with a cute long cardigan. These ladies reeked of confidence as they made their way to join the crowd at the dining room table.
Inspector Gadget walked in, and everyone grew excited. He wore a long black trench coat and when he opened it the bottles of wine hung on the inside. He yelled out to the crowd, “What flavor would you like?” They went wild saying their favorite flavors out loud and he gladfully pulled out the flavors they wanted. Vanilla Dreamsicle helped him pour the glasses of wine. For the most part everyone was sticking to the dining room area. I wanted that to change.
The mic in my ear chimed again and I was informed that surfer king arrived. I quickly left the dining room area and hurried to the door just in time he walked in his blonde hair wild and free. His button-down Hawaiian shirt had the two of the top buttons open revealing necklace with a shark’s tooth hanging on it. His khaki pants were primed and wrinkle free. He also gravitated towards the group that was growing at the table.
Kayci and White Chocolate entered together although they said they had not arrived together, it just so happened they arrived at the same time and began talking while standing in line. These two were wild and loud. Kayci was wearing a black suit and tie, he spined in a circle while saying he was fresh for the ladies. White Chocolate licked her finger and placed it on Kayci’s shoulder while making a sizzling noise. “He is hot!” She declared to no one in particular. I thought she looked hot with her tight black miniskirt dress that came off her one shoulder. Then she yelled, “Why isn’t anyone dancing?” Vanilla Dreamsicle placed slushie wine glasses into their hands as she had done to all the others.
Lazheek called out to Alexia to change the music. He knew exactly what this crowd needed. Alexia responded to Lazheek’s request, “Now playing ‘Get your Big Head on the Floor’ by, Ms. Jade featuring Missy and Timberland.”
The music started and the hands raised, some clapped. Others slowly made their way to the dance floor. Hips motioned from the left to the right. Some had wine glasses in hand as they two stepped trying to get one last sip in before they let it loose. Others realized there was an open bar and made their way over there. The yells of fun and laughter filled the atmosphere as the singer asked for everyone to get up on the floor. The crowd was energized and moved to the rhythm of the song. Feet stomped and swayed as each person tried to show off their steps.
I heard the guys say on the mic that Tenderheart had arrived. I told him to tell Tenderheart to join us on the dance floor. I waved from the middle of the crowd as I swayed my hips and stepped to the same rhythmic motion as everyone else around me. Without a second thought Tenderheart rocked his hips and danced his way into the crowd while singing, “Get your big head on the floor…” I yelled, “WhooHoo!” as I watched him grove his way next to the others. The fun had begun.
The music changed but people stayed on a dance floor. Everyone was having a great time. The bartender had even made a mixture of different drinks and had put in it on a silver tray that she walked around with and delivered drinks on the dance floor. They gas were fascinated by the fact that they didn’t even have to walk to the bar to get their drink, the drinks were coming to them. That made them even more relaxed and able to enjoy their time. Meanwhile the bartender was getting a substantial number of tips.
The mic went off in my ear, but I couldn’t exactly hear what was being said. It sounded like it was very loud outside. The music had gotten louder in the inside of the house, and I just figured that people on the outside could hear us having a really good time and they couldn’t wait to come in and be a part of it so their party started from the outside while waiting to come in. Little did I know it was something else totally different. The mic went off again, and again I heard yelling. I wasn’t ready to get off the dance floor I was having a really good time, so I chose to ignore it. I was paying Salt and Pepper good money to handle whatever was going on outside and I was going to trust that that would happen.
Curiosity got the best of me, and I decided to go and sneak close to the window that would allow me to be able to view what was happening outside. The commotion was hilarious. Spice had arrived and she was ticked off. I couldn’t hear what was being said so I slowly cracked the window. Spice is a voice was loud and she was proud of it.
“I’m telling you I was invited!”
Pepper kept his voice down as best as he could, “I understand you were invited but I can’t let you in without your invitation.”
“So, what am I supposed to do go home and get it! I don’t lie near here.”
“Well Ma’am you’re not getting in without it so if you were invited, please go and get the invitation so I can clear you and let you in.”
“Clear me!?! Don’t you have a list or something?”
“No, we were not given a list. We were simply told to ask for invitation and those that did not arrive with one could not get in.”
“Go get Addington, right now!” Spice demanded.
“Go get your invitation right now!” Pepper yelled back at her.
I was giggling at the sight of a five-foot five woman yelling at a six foot five big durylic man. Spice had balls and everyone knew she didn’t care what anyone thought. Her blond hair rested just below her shoulders, the tips curled giving her hair a bounce with every angry head bob and turn from side to side.
The crowd began to scream and squeal, the mic in my ear went off. Lazheek’s voice was heard in my ear. “Addi get over here your missing it.” Lazheek would sometimes call me Addi, pronounced with a y on the end, which was short for Addington. I forgot about the spectacle with my security guards and walked quickly back into the crowd to see what was going on.
There I saw White Chocolate slightly bent forward at the waist, leaning against Brown Sugar’s groin. They were swaying back and forth in equal motion, her hands slid up the sides of her waste and up into the air freely to the beat of the music. She thrusted her head back as Brown Sugar leaned his head closer to hers and breathed on the back of her neck as they danced in a hot sea of lust. His hands slid down her thigh as she turned to face him. Their eyes locked as the forbidden dance continued.
The yelling outside got louder, and I could at times here it above the music or in between the singing during the pauses. So, I decided to divert my attention back to the window. By this point I could see Pepper picking Spice up and trying to physically move her. Spice was not having it she was kicking, and her arms were everywhere. She was threatening Pepper and saying she was going to stick her foot up his *** as soon as he let her down.
With Pepper moving Spice out the way, Salt was able to work through the rest of the people. Sasha arrived with a V-neck shirt on and jeggings. She had a dolphin necklace around her neck and a mic in her hand. I knew Sasha was going to sing. I waved my hands when she was inside, I motioned her to get a drink and some snacks if she wanted. By this time Lazheek had dimmed the lights and turned on the strobe light.
My attention went back to the window where I watched Spice walk away after flashing Pepper the bird. She vowed she would return and told him to watch his back. I laughed at the fight between the two. I could’ve easily let Spice in but instead I decided to see what she would do next. I knew she was crazy and that her next action would liven the party up even more.
I went back to the dance floor to join the sound of love, fun, and laughter. I saw Brown Sugar and White Chocolate had moved their love antiques somewhere else. I didn’t see Hell’s Fire either. Lazheek slid in front of me, his face was set as his body swayed to the music. I allowed myself to fall into the rhythmic beat captivated by the singer’s voice. My mic chimed; more guests had arrived.
Gizmo walked through the front door and just stood watching the scene before her. A large group of people were dancing, arms in the air. Some were sitting at the bar with martinis in their hands and Long Island Ice Teas. I greeted Gizmo while Vanilla Dreamsicle appeared out of nowhere and handed Gizmo a slushie wine drink. “Oh thanks.” Her eyes brightened at the taste, “This is good and sweet.”
“Thanks. It’s Inspector Gadget’s newest flavor. Vanilla Dreamsicle found a recipe on how to turn wine it into slushie drinks so that part belongs to her.”
She thanked me and I moved on to her looks, “You look so cute, and I love that you let your red hair loose. You always have it up at work.”
“I know I decided to let it breathe.” With that we both laughed, and Gizmo went to join DKM and Rico Suave at the bar. I also saw Brown Sugar, Hell’s Fire, White Chocolate, and Surfer King talking and drinking near the bar.
I could see Gismo smiling and talking with the group when she made her way over. DKM was silent. It wasn’t long after that everyone left the bar area except for DKM. He appeared to be confused on why everyone had left him standing at the bar. I knew the truth; he had dropped one of his atomic bombs. I shook my head from side-to-side people just didn’t understand that him passing gas around you was the way he showed his affection for you.
I stayed by the door because I was already told that another visitor was entering now, Buttercream. Her long curly hair was also loose. She wore a top that hugged her breasts nicely and fanned out underneath allowing the material to flow nicely around her waist. I guided her to the dining room table where the snacks were. She took a seat and danced in her chair while grabbing items from the snack bowls. Vanilla Dreamsicle had begun to set the real food out. People would soon be able to eat.
From the corner of my eye, I could see what appeared to be a leg entering my living room window. I laughed so hard because I knew who it was. Carrie was helping her to get inside. Slowly her other leg slipped inside. From the raised blind I could see either Salt or Pepper’s large frame standing before her trying to stop her from getting through the window. The music blared so yelling wouldn’t help Carrie’s cause. I decided to let the drama unfold. Carrie grabbed her cane and was trying to knock out the security guard’s legs. It seemed like Spice had the upper hand until the chime came through, “Salt I need your help over here this crazy lady is breaking and entering.”
“You mean a big guy like you can’t handle a small woman like her? I’m coming.” Salt testified.
“Wait until you get over here and see what I mean.” Pepper’s words came out with attitude, “LADY STOP IT! STOP HITTING ME!”
I couldn’t help but hysterically laugh. I was so happy everyone was having a good time.
Fraggle Rock, Dolce, Sunshine, and Vasandra Horse arrived at the same time. I was glad I was near the front door when they walked in. “HEY…” Fraggle Rock threw her fist in the air and pumped it to the music. “There’s fun happening in here.” Her hair was braided beautifully to her shoulders, the ends of the braids seemed to twist into spiral curls. Her freckles were popping right along with the bounce in her step towards the dance floor.
Dolce gave me a hug as she has always done and confirmed that we all always knew Fraggle Rock was a wild one. Together we shared that laugh. I wanted people to start eating so I had decided to take these three ladies over to the table where the food was already out. I could tell Dolce had been out in the sun a little because her freckles were also noticeable. I complimented her hair and told her I loved the straight silky shoulder length look. Sunshine and Vasandra Horse were in their own conversation as they followed Dolce and I.
At the table with drinks in hand I turned towards Sunshine and Vasandra Horse, both ladies looked stunning in their own ways. Sunshine wore a long powder pink summer dress with a pair of white shiny high heels. Vasandra Horse wore khaki slacks and white button-down shirt with white Sperry loafers. A white Gatsby cap lay on her head while the full length of her hair rested on her back.
I told Vasandra Horse and sunshine that I had a special place for them. Both ladies followed me out of the dining room area, through the dance floor, down a small hallway which led into another living room. I pulled the special smoke blocking curtain to the side, and we walked in. The entire room was set up as a hookah lounge. I welcomed the ladies to their very own private smoking room. I left the ladies in their room to enjoy their time together, knowing that others would follow.
I walked back towards the first living room that had turned into the dance floor. I could see that Spice had made it all the way through the window and was now inside. I saw Informer standing there with her hands on her hips yelling at Salt and Pepper about how they should be ashamed of themselves. Both men were trying to argue their case with her.
I sneaked up to the group by the window and put my arm around Spice’s arm. I whispered in her ear to come with me. We slowly grooved to the dance floor blending in with everyone else. We danced while she yelled at me for hiring Salt and Pepper. She said that was the stupidest thing I could have done, and I did not need them there. She continued by saying that if I ever had another party with security guards again, she would not come. I laughed. She yelled, “It’s not funny.” I stopped laughing and tried to hold it in. She then told me she couldn’t stand me and danced with her back to me, shunning me from her circle of life. It would only be a matter of time before she would love me again.
Sasha had somehow climbed on the bar and was preparing to do something. All I could picture was her falling and breaking her neck, but she seemed like a pro at this. The guitar started playing through the speakers, the hum of her voice flowed through the speakers, she took a deep breath preparing to start. “Mississippi in the middle of a dry spell… Jimmy Rogers on the Victrola up high… Mama’s dancin’ with a baby on her shoulder… The sun is setting like molasses in the sky…”
The crowd hoot and hollered at Sasha’s impression of, “Black Velvet” by, Alannah Myles. Some raised Bic lighters as Sasha’s voice grew, “Black velvet and that little boy’s smile… Black velvet with that slow southern style… A new religion that’ll bring ya to your knees…”
The crowd cheered Sasha on, and her confidence grew. She began to walk from one end of the bar to the other end. Her eyes at one point closed, her back bent forward at the waist as her voice made love to the mic. Some of us didn’t know she could sing but to this song, on this day, she didn’t just sing, she made love to the song. Everyone clapped and cheered as Sasha appeared to be deciding how to get off of the bar. It ended up being a little too high for her to get down, so we had to get Salt and Pepper to come over and help her. We really had no idea how she got up herself on the tall bar.
When I turned around, I could see that the two kayaks that were attached to my ceiling were taken down and resting on the living room floor. Brown Sugar was in one kayak with white chocolate sitting at the front of it. Hell’s Fire was in the other kayak. Apparently, they were kayaking White Chocolate around my living room to Sasha’s Black Velvet song. At first glance I didn’t catch that Hell’s Fire had something on the front of the kayak he was sitting in too. It was my tiny five-pound dog Graceinator. She sat as if she was sitting on the bow of a ship sailing out into sea.
The party lasted until about 1:00 AM and we all had a good time. Most of the food was gone which I was grateful for because I didn’t want to have to throw anything away. After you guys all left, I showered and off we were to begin our journey of Five Nights in Savannah.
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M.C. Addington 