The Ultimatum

The Ultimatum

When everyone knows you're a writer, the stories come to you. On the weekend, I decided to see a couple of friends I hadn't seen in a while. A friend was hosting an event and he invited me. I was excited and the event was a success. It was youthful, vibey and very summer. All I could see was girls in shorts and mini skirts. The place was illuminated by yellow thighs and you needed shades to let in the proper light in your retinas. The speakers were blasting Piano, of course and you could hear that lock drum and bass beating to the soul of the universe. There was happiness and it was contagious radiating throughout the room and manifesting itself on the dance floor. Tables were filled with bottles and hookahs connected to pipes emitting smoke that bubbled like a chimney from lungs that breathed out vitality and Joy. Oh, it was great. I drank alcohol and I smoked weed, I was hunk. A friend got into an altercation and the whole situation nearly spiraled out of control but luckily I managed to diffuse the situation. I can't take all the credit, I am lucky he wasn't a hot head, he chose peace. I merely told my nigga, "relax, his a fool let him take his petty win. Let's focus on the girls we have here tonight". He smiled and put his ego aside, calmed down, left the scene and let the fool be. Unfortunately, his girlfriend heard our conversation and she wasn't happy with my proposed plan of "focusing on the girls here tonight" but she played it cool and intercepted my plan of action by keeping his man on lock for the whole night. For the whole night I couldn't get to my nigga, she had her claws in deep. If I persisted she would give me this ice cold stare that you would get from a cobra with its hood raised up and I would cower because I knew her strike was venomous. I knew she had won, my nigga called me to the side and told me the plan was compromised and I shouldn't protest that I must enjoy the night. So I did, I made a couple of connections and got a couple of numbers. A window of opportunity presented itself and the nigga came up to me and I was chilling with hot honeys, he was being courteous and wanted an introduction and so I obliged him. His girlfriend looking from afar catched feelings and gave him an ultimatum when he returned to her. It was between me and her. My nigga chose her and it's no hard feelings. I understand, vagina always wins. I can't compete with pussy. I would probably do the same thing. He took her home. We are fine, we still good friends and I ended up having a great night, if that's too cryptic, I didn't sleep alone.