Vanisha
Hey
How's it going?
Not bad, yourself?
I'm okay
Saw your IG story
You in town?
Just okay? Haha
Yeah arrived a couple of days ago
How long are you here for?
Till Sunday
You wanna meet up?
Sure!
When?
Friday?
Sorry
Going out with fam on Friday
Saturday?
Yup ok
Got a place in mind?
A rooftop club opened up recently close to my place
Heard it's cool
Sending you the link
Looks good.
Do you want me to come pick you up on Saturday?
Nah let's meet there.
Done
I'll tell my secretary to move my other meetings around
Haha sure
What have you been up to?
Since you got here
Nothing much.
Just been chilling
(...)
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I rocked up to the place at 7:30. Being summer, dusk still hadn't entirely given way to night. Three burly bouncers stood at the entrance, walkie-talkies and reservation list in hand. There was no way I was paying a stag entrance fee, so I waited outside. After twenty minutes, during which I shuffled about trying to avoid the stern yet mocking gaze of the bouncers, my phone buzzed.
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Vanisha
Will be there by half past 7
See you there
[Today]
Sorry sorry
Stuck in traffic
You there?
I know I drove through it
Yup waiting outside
Will be there in 10
At least that's what the Uber guy says
Peace
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It took them twenty minutes, actually. I saw Vee get out of the car and scan the parking lot. She flashed me a huge grin when our eyes met. I discreetly took her in as she made her way to me. She was wearing a low-cut crop top over a bralette with harness straps criss-crossing over her chest, paired with a denim skirt that - oddly enough - looked like it was a small towel wrapped around her thighs. Strappy dance shoes completed her outfit. She had her hair pulled back in a single ponytail which somehow made her front seem more exposed. Careful to not let my eyes linger too much, I smiled back and pulled her into a hug.
"So good to see you! It's been way too long." She said in my ear as we embraced.
"Same here Vee, same here." I replied, rubbing her back. Her luxuriant hair tickled my forearms.
She broke the hug after a couple more seconds and stepped back.
"Okay the uber I was in had a broken A/C and it was blazing hot the whole way but I couldn't roll the window down 'cuz it's super polluted outside so I really need a drink right now."
I don't know how she managed to say all that in a single breath, but I nodded and let her lead the way. The bouncers made a bit of a fuss about us not having reservations, but let us in. The club's way of attracting new and returning customers was hosting themed dance nights and posting photos of every hot girl that ventured onto the dance floor. Their patronage mostly comprised college-goers and young professionals, and no-one really minded being shot on camera and blasted across social media for the world to see. I already knew Vee was gonna make tonight's album.
The club had two levels, with a dining area on the terrace and a bar and dance floor on the level below. We settled in the latter, on a couple of bar stools. I straightaway ordered a bottle of Jameson. A friend had taught me how to mix it in a way that it went down smooth but without losing its punch. In our excitement, Vee and I surged through the few minutes of unlubricated conversation. But soon enough, the barman set down the bottle on the countertop, along with a bucket of ice and a couple of glasses. I listened to her describe her previous week as I made our drinks. I handed Vee her glass and raised mine.
"Cheers!" she said, touching the base of my glass with hers.
"
SantΓ©
" I said. She rolled her eyes.
"Always learning a new language, aren't you?"
"Nah just flaunting the two or three words from the last one I tried to learn. Also," I took a sip, "I'm surprised you remember I took a language course back in college."
"Obviously. We were still classmates."
"No we weren't. We weren't even in the same faculty."
"Oh! Well... you must've mentioned it to me some or the other time. Or maybe you threw it around at parties back then, like you did just now."
"Me? Brag?"