CLUB DRAMA

It is so deep in a man's wits that he has to make a woman happy. In any acceptable way. Some will take women for a nakumatting shopping. Some will prefer a date. Some will work upon a bedminton while there are those who see happiness in a club. Checking into a club with your girlfriend  may look classy if not crazy and risky.

So, at the entrance you show your ID to the bouncer. It dawns on you that you forgot to tell your bae to carry her ID. Worst,  she has a baby face. Since the bouncer mistakens you for a waiter due to the many times you pop into the club,  he allows you to get in with your ID-less girlfriend, (if there's such a word in English), Ofcourse after a harsh negotiation.

In the dim club atmosphere, your lightskin girl fishes out her phone and switches on the flashlight claiming she doesn't see clearly in darkness.  Shyness and embarrasment hit you so hard. The men that you always drink with nod at you from the furthest end of your 'common table.' you pretend to be alone since you find it hard to tell bae it looks weird with the phone flashlight on. You try to fasten your strides, searching for a perfect table where you will later on signal her to come but she ruins your plans by calling you, "babe,  wait for me... "

You take the phone from her hand then in a croaky voice, " thiefs may snatch it. " she gives you a grin then leans on your chest. You finally get a table. Even before you sit, your favourite waiter who is a female approaches and asks, "I see,  new girl, new day...  What can... " seeing she's on her way to spill your promiscuity beans, you intervene, "vodka will do." she winks at you then to your bae, "what will you have? "  Bae mentions a drink that sounds like tongue twister. The waiter sashays away in her black and white uniform.

The drinks come. Bae's drink look expensive though tasty.  You sip on your cheap vodka as she narrates to you how she spotted a fine dress at Mr  price the other day. You try as much as you can to avoid the Mr price tales by telling her how you are surprised mama Fidel (your neighbour)  lose weight into a perfect figure 8. That obviously mutes her.

You  excuse yourself to go to the gents but instead turns and strides to where your squad always chill. You say hi to them then explain why today you chose to be on a different table, "I know you boys...  You may start shouting out the names of  all the women i bring to this club." they burst into a loud laughter which attracts the whole crowd of drunkards around. You walk away.

Walking back to your table,  you see a colossal figure sitted where you had sitted. He looks like a thug, though your girl seems to enjoy his company. She's wearing a smile as she talks to the giant. "excuse,  I'm... I'm... I... " you stutter. Then your girl says, " he is back. " Now that disturbs. Had she introduced you as 'he' while you were away. He said you are a brother,  a cousin maybe.
"it's okay... He can Wait. I'm more important." The giant says in a croaky, terrifying voice. 

A collabo of fear and anger rises in you.  You walk to the counter,  pay the bill of your vodka then walk away. But the waiter calls you back and asks,  " weren't you with that lady? She took the drink on your bill" you look at the lady (your bae) then nod your head left and right and whisper, "She's taken."

You walk out of the club , get in your car then drive home. And a case awaits her at home.