The club buzzed with energy, bass rattling through the pavement, neon lights casting sharp reflections against the sleek surfaces inside.
We stepped out of the car, the night air thick with heat and distant laughter.
Mari smirked, catching me off guard as she tugged at my clothes—playful, familiar, teasing.
I let the moment linger, watching her, feeling that unspoken connection pulse beneath everything.
Ahead, Dayvon and Nevaeh moved together, slipping effortlessly into the crowd, their energy smooth and effortless.
We followed them in, the music swallowing us whole, the night stretching ahead—unknown, electric, ready to unfold.
Inside, the club pulsed with energy, the bass vibrating through the floor, lights flashing in hypnotic patterns above the crowd.
Dayvon and Nevaeh slipped effortlessly into the mix, moving toward the bar with an easy familiarity.
Mari stayed close, her smirk lingering as she tugged me toward her, her touch light but deliberate.
The warmth of the moment settled between us, charged, unspoken.
The atmosphere buzzed with conversations, laughter, movement—a whirlwind of sound and sensation.
I exhaled, soaking it in, knowing that whatever happened tonight, I'd remember it.
The four of us settled at a table, the club's energy buzzing around us, drinks being poured, conversations blending into the music.
Nevaeh leaned into Dayvon, laughing at something he said as they looked over the menu, deciding on their orders.
Mari sat beside me, casually drumming her fingers against the table, her smirk ever-present.
"What you drinking?" she asked, glancing at me.
I shrugged, not really focused on that, more caught up in the atmosphere, in *her*.
The night was unfolding, and somehow, it felt like something was building—something unspoken, lingering between us.
---
"I don't really know," I say, smirking at Mari before glancing to my side.
That's when I notice her—a beautiful woman with curly brown hair, her presence unexpected, immediate.
Her scent drifts toward me, soft and intoxicating, something warm, familiar but entirely new.
She slides a drink toward me, her eyes never leaving mine.
"How about this, hm?" she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper, velvet-soft, close. "You like?"
The way she speaks—the way she *looks* at me—has my nerves lighting up, heat creeping into my face.
I swallow, suddenly aware of every movement, every breath.
Mari watches, a smirk playing on her lips, but I can't focus on that right now.
Not when *she's* looking at me like that.
---
"Uh… yeah, thanks," I say, making sure my voice doesn't crack, trying to keep my nerves in check.
The woman watches me closely, a smirk playing at the edges of her lips.
"You're so cute," she murmurs, biting her lip before taking a slow sip of her drink.
Heat creeps up my neck, and before I can reach for the drink she handed me, Mari snatches it, eyeing the glass with scrutiny.
The woman's expression shifts slightly, amusement flickering across her face as she glances at Mari.
"You think I put something in it?" she asks, tone smooth, unreadable.
I just glance at her, the shyness keeping me quiet, unsure.
Mari doesn't hesitate. She meets her gaze evenly, her voice steady but laced with that signature bite.
"Maybe you did, maybe you didn't," she says, holding the glass firmly. "I gotta take care of my friend, you know."
The tension lingers in the air for a beat longer, heavy but charged.
"Look," the woman says, lifting her own drink to her lips, taking a slow sip before handing it to me instead.
"Drink mine," she murmurs, eyes flickering to my lips, lingering.
I hesitate for half a second before taking a sip, the moment stretching out just long enough to feel deliberate.
As I glance at Mari, I catch her rolling her eyes, exhaling sharply.
Before I can react, the woman tugs me in closer, her touch soft but firm.
Her fingers trail down, slipping over my thigh, slow, lingering.
---
The woman's touch lingered, her fingers resting lightly on my thigh, warm, deliberate.
I swallowed, glancing at her—at the way her gaze held mine with quiet confidence, amusement flickering at the edges.
Mari sighed, leaning back in her seat, arms crossed, clearly unimpressed.
Nevaeh and Dayvon, caught in their own world, barely seemed to notice.
The music pulsed around us, the club alive with movement, conversation, energy.
I exhaled, shifting slightly under the weight of her stare, feeling the tension coil between us.
Tonight was turning into something I hadn't expected.
"You know I love women like you," she murmured, her voice dripping with confidence, teasing. "So shy… but you know the shy ones are always the naughty ones."
I swallowed hard, the heat rising in my chest as she leaned in, pressing a slow kiss to my neck before pulling away, her gaze locked onto mine—intense, deliberate.
Then, without hesitation, she kissed me deeply, her movements bold, assured.
Mari sighed loudly, clearly annoyed, before turning her attention to Nevaeh, deliberately ignoring us.
I barely noticed—barely cared.
The club pulsed around us, the night growing heavier, charged with something I wasn't sure I was ready for.
---
The woman pulled away slightly, her breath warm against my skin as she grabbed my phone, fingers moving swiftly as she typed.
I glanced down—her name flashed on the screen. *Lalia.*
Now I knew her name.
Before I could say anything, she leaned back in, her lips finding mine again, deepening the kiss, her body pressing closer, a soft groan slipping past her lips—low, pleased, intoxicating.
The club's noise faded into the background, drowned out by the charged energy between us.
Mari exhaled sharply, shaking her head as she stayed locked in conversation with Nevaeh, doing her best to ignore us.
But Lalia wasn't paying attention to anyone else.
Just me.
Lalia's hands slid to my neck, her touch soft yet firm, while her other hand gripped my shoulder, pulling me deeper into the kiss.
The world around us blurred, the music pulsing, bodies moving, but none of it mattered.
Until we were ripped out of the moment.
A scream cut through the air—raw, furious.
We broke apart abruptly, breathless, as the chaos unfolded before us.
A woman in a hoodie was thrashing, fighting against two massive security guards as they dragged her toward the exit. Her face was obscured, but her voice carried—sharp, venomous, shaking with rage.
"YOU FUCKING BITCH! STAY AWAY FROM HER!!!"
Her words punched through the noise, cutting through the crowd like a blade.
Lalia froze, a flicker of something—shock, confusion, amusement?—playing on her face.
I just stared, pulse hammering, watching as the woman fought against security, her screams still ringing in my ears.
Who was she talking about?
Who was she *warning*?
---
Mari, Dayvon, and Nevaeh all exchanged glances, their expressions shifting—confusion, unease, maybe even curiosity.
Mari raised a brow, exhaling sharply. "That was… dramatic."
Dayvon leaned back slightly, shaking his head. "Man, I dunno, but she was *heated.*"
Nevaeh crossed her arms, still watching the entrance like the woman might storm back in. "She talking about *who*, though?"
I glanced down, noticing how Lalia's hand hadn't moved, still resting on my thigh, steady—unbothered.
She smirked slightly, her gaze flickering toward mine. "Guess I make people jealous."
The casual confidence in her voice felt deliberate, like she knew something the rest of us didn't.
I swallowed, my thoughts spinning, but the pounding bass and flashing lights pulled me back into the moment.
The woman was gone.
But her words still echoed in my head.
---
Lalia tapped my phone screen softly, her touch lingering, eyes locked onto mine.
"Look, you got my number now—you understand," she murmured, her voice smooth, assured.
She leaned in again, pressing one last kiss to my lips before pulling away, biting hers, letting the moment stretch between us.
I watched her leave, the energy still humming around me, a presence impossible to ignore.
When I turned back, Mari was watching me.
I frowned slightly. "What?"
Mari didn't answer right away, just held my gaze, something unreadable flickering across her face.
And somehow, that silence said more than words ever could.
---
The night stretched on, the music pounding, bodies moving in sync with the rhythm, laughter spilling over drinks and fleeting moments.
Four hours passed in a blur—dancing, talking, feeling the energy buzz through every limb.
Eventually, we stepped out, the cool night air wrapping around us, a stark contrast to the heat inside.
Mari led the way, keys in hand, her pace easy, confident.
Dayvon and Nevaeh moved together, still caught up in conversation, their voices drifting into the open space around us.
I lagged slightly behind, the weight of the night settling into my bones, my mind replaying moments—Lalia, Mari's reaction, that woman screaming.
The club lights faded as we approached the car, the world feeling suddenly quieter.
But the night wasn't done yet.
"Today was fun, you guys," I say as we all pile into the car, the lingering buzz of the night still settling in our bones.
Nevaeh, clearly feeling *everything* she drank, leans into Dayvon, voice loud and completely unfiltered.
"I need some Dick *real bad*," she mutters into his ear, shameless, no hesitation.
My head whips toward her, *shook*.
I glance at Mari instinctively, just to catch her reaction.
She exhales sharply, shaking her head, eyes flickering toward Nevaeh in pure amusement mixed with *disbelief*.
"She really wildin' now," Mari mutters, gripping the wheel tighter.
Nevaeh just giggles, unbothered, pulling Dayvon closer as he chuckles, shaking his head at her antics.
The car fills with energy again, different now—laughs, side-eyes, and the kind of moments you *only* get when someone is *too gone* to care.
---
Mari's voice cut through the lingering chatter in the car as she pulled onto the road, the neon glow of the city fading behind us.
"Y'all want me to drive y'all home or we hitting my place?" she asked, her tone casual but expectant.
Dayvon glanced at Nevaeh, who was still leaning into him, her energy loose, unfiltered from the drinks.
"I'm cool with whatever," he muttered, shifting slightly in his seat.
Nevaeh giggled, eyes half-lidded. "Your place sound good, girl," she said, stretching out, already settling into the idea.
I watched Mari, catching the way her fingers tapped against the wheel, her smirk barely visible in the dim glow of the dashboard.
Her place.
For some reason, the thought made my pulse hitch just a little.
---Mari pulled into the driveway smoothly, the hum of the engine cutting off as the night air settled around us.
The house loomed ahead, quiet yet inviting, streetlights casting long shadows across the pavement.
Nevaeh stretched, sighing dramatically. "Finally. My feet *hurt*."
Dayvon chuckled, shaking his head as he helped her out of the car.
Mari glanced at me as she unlocked the door, her smirk still lingering, unreadable.
I followed them inside, the warmth of the space swallowing us whole, the remnants of the night still buzzing in my chest.
Whatever happened next, the night still had *something* left to give.