“Come on, Law. This is our song!” My mom led my pops to the dance floor. I walked to the bar and observed the show from there. Drunk folks and line dancing didn’t mix, but my folks were having the time of their lives. My pops kissed on my mama, and she giggled like a fresh teenager tickled by his touch.
“Why are you over here instead of on the dancefloor?”
“I was waiting on you,” I fibbed when Essen walked up. “How are you feeling? You’ve been on your feet all evening.”
“That’s all right. That’s part of my job.Yourjob is to massage my sore spots.”
I pulled her to me by her waist. “You know my work ethic is impeccable, baby.”
“Oh, really? In that case, I have a job for you right now.”
I leaned down to kiss Essen, yet the sound of Casey’s voice caused me to search the room.
“Look who made it to the function.” I hugged Casey then pounded fists with Juice.
“We’ve been here for a minute. You were the one missing,” Casey replied peering at Essen. “I’m sorry. We just came over to speak. I’m Casey, Loso’s cousin.”
“Nice to meet you. I’m Essen, Loso’s girlfriend.”
The phrase rolled off her tongue so naturally, I wanted to hear her replace it with wife.
“Girlfriend?” Juice repeated.
“You heard her, nigga. Essen is also the one who put the party together.”
“Damn. This shit is fly.” Juice looked at the hanging ornaments above our heads. “I may need you to plan my birthday party.”
Casey snickered. “Boy, please. She probably doesn’t accept clients with a budget under ten bands.”
I bounced my head from side to side. “Hm. Something like that.”
“Oh, hell no. That's crazy.” Juice’s attention rained on me. “So now I see why you're dating her. Discount is fat, huh?
Essen palmed her chest as if trying to hold in her amusement. “Oh, love, I don't do discounts. When you get your money right, have your people call me.”
“You’re talking about a discount, but I knew something was going on when we got giftsanda bonus.” Casey hugged Essen. “Thank you, girl!”
We all laughed at Casey’s comment before they walked off to grab food.
“Baby! Let's go take pictures in the photobooth,” Essen requested.
I didn't have the chance to decide since the bossy lady was already on the move. We had to wait in line for around ten minutes before we got our turn, but once inside, Essen sat on my lap. She hollered out different expressions to make as the camera flashed, but when I slipped my hands up her silky red dress, she stopped.
“You did such a good job today. Do you know that?” She nodded. “Say it. Say it, mama.”
The camera continued to go off every few seconds, capturing her sexy sex faces. The booth was too small to do any real damage, but I planned to get her off.
“Loso, we cannot do anything in here. People are waiting in line.”
“So what? They can wait.” My lips christened her neck. “Come on. Open.”
She giggled. “All right. We can do a little?—”
“Loso! Essen! Bring y'all asses out here and dance with me!”
My mom’s slurring voice reached the booth, instantly turning me off.
“You heard her.” Essen smacked my cheek. “Let's go dance.”
