The Waiting One Part II: Waiting for the End

Friday Night Fight

It was a Friday night. Serronie and company decided to go out. The clique consisted of: Zachary, Serronie, Ulani and her husband Todd, Khari and her husband Brad, Paul (Zachary's brother) and Stacy (Paul's wife), and a few more of their mutual friends. Everyone hadn't gotten together in almost a year.

Serronie was excited. It would be her first social engagement since returning home. Their favorite hangout was a bar that was owned by one of Serrano's friends, it was called, "Sleepy Hallow". She wore a three-quarter sleeved, black, low-cut, v-neck shirt, long black and red leggings, with open-toe four-inch stilettos. Her hair was wrangled back in a banana clip, and her mane hung, wild and curly down the center of her back. Her sisters wore variations of the same outfit.

Everyone was able to fit comfortably in three vehicles. Zachary was one of the drivers. The sisters and their husbands rode with him. On the way to the club, the music was blasting. Each person sang along and danced in their seats. The mood was light and high.

"I'm taking a shot as soon as I walk through the door!" declared Khari. "After the week I had at the job, I'm planning on dancing until I can't feel my feet!" she joked.

Brad nudged her, "Hey, you won't be doing too much! Mandy is not going to let you sleep it off!" Mandy was their two-year-old daughter. Additionally, Ulani had two kids, twins actually, and they were four years old. Their names were Tonie and Sonie.

"I'm doing the same thing! At least my babies are trained to bring me water and ibuprofen," added Ulani as she applied more lipstick, while staring into her luminescent compact mirror.

"Don't think you're gonna be putting my babies to work so that you can be a lush!" nagged Todd facetiously. Ulani smacked her lips and dismissed Todd with a sweep of her hand. He acted like he was going to choke her and made a funny frown.

"I'm personally ready to dance! It's been a while!" Serronie exclaimed.

"Well, I'm studying these skimpy ass shoes you have on, and if you can dance to more than one song at a time without your toes popping off, I'll be surprised," teased Zachary.

Shit, I don't know how you plan on doing that, Serronie, I thought you were planning on flying around a pole in them stripper-ass heels you have on!" pestered Ulani.

Brad leaned forward and looked at the opposite side of the car in Ulani's direction, "Still a world-class hater, eh Lani?"

Ulani snapped her compact closed, and whipped her head over to Brad's vicinity. She had a playful grin plastered on her face. "Boy, hush! Don't even get me started on you and this Michael Jackson, 'Thriller' jacket!"

Brad laughed raucously and fired back, "Ooh, no you ain't talking with them Rick James braids!"

They playfully roasted each other for the rest of the ride. That was how they classically got along. Eventually, the rest of them joined in on the fun. It was all in good-nature though.

Once in the club, they went to their usual section. The owner, Jarell, Serrano's friend, came over to greet the gang, and bring a bottle of Ciroc vodka. They sat down and had some drinks. After a few rounds, euphoria began to set in. Even Serronie decided to drink enough to get buzzed. Once everyone was loosened up, they took to the dance floor.

The girls were out on the floor for the longest. In a private circle, they partied like no one else was in the club. It was rather packed that night. But it only made sense, it was a Saturday night. Serronie stared across the crowd and saw a familiar, yet very unfriendly face. That was none other than Sarah.