Out with Lil Sis

She hit me up, asking if I was going out that Friday night. I told her I was. She wanted to roll with me. I told her where to meet me. I should have told her what to wear. She showed up in jeans instead of a slutty dress. VK and I let her know.

“Why didn’t you tell me? You have to tell me what to wear!”

It felt good. Having this girl depend on me for things like what to wear. This could be fun, I thought.

Me, her, and VK chilled for a while, drinking and talking. We suggested she buy herself a Long Island Ice Tea, and after a slight reservation, she bought it and started drinking it. The convo wasn’t too exciting or interesting, and neither was the atmosphere of the club. It was just too early. She told me that she had to work in the morning, and that her brother was going to pick her up later that night. I told her that I’d drive her home, and to let her brother know it. She said OK, and sent him the text. After that, we decided to keep drinking at a near-by bar, which had a live cover band.

The change of scenery definitely helped everything. We introduced her to some of our friends, and the two of us chatted about the music. Laughter and fun all around. But it was time to step it up and move to the dance floor, where I knew it would get steamy. We closed our tabs, and the two of us headed back to the first club.

I noticed a couple of things at the bar, when we were taking bathroom breaks. We were apart for a bit, and as much as I tried to avoid it, I couldn’t help worrying about the flirtatious nature of this youngin’. After I was slowly making my way back from the restroom at one point, I saw her hanging near it, looking around for me. “Oh my God I couldn’t find you!” she said. Nice to see her being a little loyal. The second time, when we were about to leave and I took another restroom break, she was sitting off by herself, waiting for me, and being entertained by some bar worker, who stood several feet away from her to converse. It all seemed unusual. But it was reassuring, as it had been years ago when I last hung out with a girl so young.

All of that loyalty really helped when we returned to the first club. We were bumpin’ and grindin’ away, making out, pounding the drinks, etc. But as she’s grinding on me, a group of dudes started getting obviously excited while staring at the sexy, and began orbiting. Several guys began orbiting, making a semicircle, as no guy was going to dance behind me. Thank God. A couple tried to grind on her. Bold moves. I thought it was obvious that she was with me, but I guess sometimes guys can’t help themselves. She shooed them away, and I placed my body in position between her and them. One guy actually tried to create a circle around us, with his long arms, and, I don’t know, join the two of us in some group hug/dance thing. It was odd, but quite entertaining.

I took a bathroom break. “Yo, I saw you out there with that girl,” some random guy said to me as we were washing our hands. “You gotta hit that tonight man! Tonight!”

“Yeah, I know, I’m working on it,” I said.

“No! You’ve gotta make it happen!”

No shit, Sherlock.

I returned to find her sitting on the stage, not dancing with anyone. Guys were around trying to holla, but weren’t getting anywhere. “Is it my round for drinks?” she asked me. She paid, and each round after that asked me the same thing. “Is it my round? I’ll buy the drinks!” And this girl is buying most of my drinks? How is this happening? On the last round, she gave me cash, and I went to buy the round. When I returned, she was sitting at a table, with yet another dude trying to holla. And I couldn’t help but worry a little, because this guy had the looks and the confidence. But I stepped right up, and he saw what was up, shook my hand, and walked away.

I checked my watch. I knew she had to work, and it was getting late, so I said that it was time to leave. “My uncle texted me,” she said. “He is going to pick me up soon.”

“I told you I’d drive you home.”

“I know, but he said he’s coming, and is already on his way.”

What is wrong with this broad? I looked at my watch again. There was hardly any time to do anything, but I figured maybe I could get a little action in my car. We walked out and started towards it. Unfortunately, I parked several blocks away, in an area I like to use because the cops don’t bother going there. Even with the horrid logistics and the fake she threw me with her family, I pressed ahead and held out hope.

As we’re walking along, we pass a car full of dudes, just chilling, listening to music. After we cross the street, I heard it:

“NIGGER!”

“Oh my God! Did you hear that?” Lil Sis asked as I looked around to see who was saying it. It must have come from that car full of dudes.

“It’s times like these when I wish VK was still around,” I said.

“What are you gonna do about it?”

“NIGGER! NIGGER!”

“Uh, yeah. It looks like it’s coming from that car full of dudes. Let’s keep walking.”

“NIGGER NIGGER NIGGER!”

As we got closer to my car, I looked back at the car again. Four white dudes where staring at us, but not preparing to do anything. I wasn’t worried. Not by that. Not about them. I heard Lil Sis’ phone ring, and her answer it. I knew it was over then.

“It’s my uncle,” she said. “He’s around the corner to pick me up. I got to go!”

As I let her go, I thought about how I wasted so much time in the club, and my lack of a killer instinct. I should have been out for blood, instead of thinking that it would all work out. Things would have to go differently, next time.