“Giselle, you look good!” Maisie gassed her up and snapped her fingers twice at the gold disco jumpsuit and honey brown wig her cousin rocked effortlessly.
“And you look like Diana Ross,” Giselle replied as Heavy came up behind her in a black suit with a white shirt.
He refused to put on bell bottom pants, but a pair of black shades also shielded his eyes from all the smoke and flashing lights.
“Yes, honey, and look at Mama out there on her Chaka Khan.” Maisie nodded toward the floor.
Lou had installed a long kinky curly wig, and Remi had been shaking that shit since she put it on. Now that the family was somewhat getting some act right, she was able to enjoy life and not be so stressed out about everybody. With most of the town in attendance at this party, Maisie arranged for one of her waitress’s teenage daughters to keep an eye on the twins and Pierre upstairs in her office. She’d set it up so they could enjoy snacks and food while watching TV and playing on their tablets.
“She deserves it.” Giselle grinned and paused at the bar.
Heavy moved in behind her, pinning her in place, and Maisie brought them both a shot of tequila.
“VIP is set up for our group. Gem and Solo are in there and… Oz, Henna, Viggo, and Prischa.”
“I’m good right here.” Heavy picked up his glass and tossed his shot back.
“You gon’ be petty and immature all night?” Maisie challenged.
“Let me get another.” Heavy held his glass up, and Giselle tipped hers to her lips.
“Yeah, I don’t think we should try to mix healing with alcohol tonight, Mais,” Giselle voiced.
“Please, that’s when it gets real. I’m going to check on everybody and make sure they’re good. The food is set up over in the corner if you want to eat.”
She sauntered off, leaving Crew, Heavy, and Giselle posted at the bar. Everyone had showed out in keeping with the theme, so there were flashy outfits and big hair everywhere as Giselle rocked her hips and snapped her fingers. Crew poured them all more shots and removed the blunt from behind his ear.
“Nice suit, son.” Toussaint slapped a hand against Heavy’s shoulder when he and Horace approached the bar. “You look beautiful, Giselle.” He stepped forward to kiss her cheek like he always did when he greeted her.
“Thank you.” Giselle beamed as Heavy wrapped his arms around her.
The two of them wore flashy shirts and slacks, Horace even pulled out an old pair of platform shoes. Crew took a pull from the blunt and held the smoke in his lungs before exhaling.
“Pass that shit, Crew,” Horace encouraged. “Petal out here showing her ass. We gon’ be lit tonight! She gon’ have me popping a Viagra to keep up.”
Crew threw his head back and chortled. Horace was a riot and he hoped he and Maisie was just like him and Petal when they got older. Giselle spun in Heavy’s arms and faced him. He’d tossed back another shot when she draped her arms around his neck and snuggled up to him.
“Do you think you can play nice for me tonight?” she asked, her big brown eyes searching his. “This is a family thing, and we are all family.”
For a moment, he was quiet, pondering her request as his hands slid down her waist to her hips.
“For you? I’ll try.” He pecked her lips gently, and she tasted the tequila on his. “First muhfucka say something crazy getting knocked the fuck out, though.”
“Then, just focus on me.” Giselle’s tone was laced with seduction, making Heavy’s dick stretch.
Grabbing his hand, she led him away from the bar and to the section Maisie typically kept reserved for them. Remi’s birthday cake was five tiers and gorgeous with flowers arranged from top to bottom in her favorite colors, maroon and gold. A sparkling gold candle with the number 70 sat on top.
The minute Giselle pulled Heavy into VIP, the air in the room thickened. Prischa paused mid swallow of her champagne. She and Viggo sat closely on the couch, and he blew a blunt with one arm draped behind her.
“Is that Heavy out here in a suit?” Gem couldn’t believe her eyes.
“Don’t get used to it,” he said, hugging Giselle from behind.
“I heard this was where the party is!” Milani’s boisterous voice filled the air, causing him to freeze up.
Everyone kept to the dress code, so the yellow tassel dress and big curly hair with matching yellow eyeshadow blended right in. Pulling away from Giselle, Heavy slowly faced his mother, and everyone in the room braced themselves for whatever was about to happen. Milani snapped her fingers and swayed her hips to the music.
“Oh, don’t look at me like that, Huey! You know if there is a party, I’m there.”
