Choose Your Own Adventure (Part 3)

Click here for Part 1 and Part 2. I really wish you guys had picked the VIP stripper option. That one was going to be funny.

Jamal fought with his conscience for a minute. His libido wanted to follow the girl in to the VIP, but his brain thought better of it. He didn’t want to be the type of guy that paid for sex. Besides, Jamal didn’t have any condoms with him.

“Sorry, Love! I ain’t got another hundred” he lied. He looked around the club for his next table dance and then remembered Lorenzo’s beef. Jamal reluctantly walked to the bar to come to his cousin’s defense.

“Is there a problem here?”

“Nah, we cool”, Lorenzo said. “This nigga just spilled a drink on my throwback. He was just about to apologize.”

A lanky, John Salley looking brotha replied, “Fuck you, nigga. Yo clumsy ass bumped into me!”

Lorenzo cocked back his right arm and prepared to swing. Jamal intervened grabbing his cousin’s wrist. He pushed him away from the bar and guided him back to their table. John Salley and his homeboy headed in the other direction. They had dodged a bullet. Jamal couldn’t fight and Lorenzo could fight too well. The volatile situation was diffused for the time being.

“Man, just calm down and watch the girls.”

For a moment, Lorenzo complied, but the anger resonated on his face. Sensing the tension, Jamal decided to take action. He suggested that they smoke another joint. The cousins went to the bathroom and lit up the weed. They rotated the spliff back and forth until nothing remained but a small roach, which fell on Jamal’s cream shirt leaving a small hole. Just as Jamal and Lorenzo were exiting the restroom, a burly bouncer busted in, startling the cousins.

“Y’all can’t smoke weed in here”

“We ain’t smoking” Jamal retorted, but his crimson eyes and high stupor revealed that statement as bullshit.

“Y’all gotta go or I’m gonna call Five-O”

“Fuck your old bullshit club. We was leaving anyway!” Lorenzo yelled.

Jamal staggered out to the parking lot, followed closely by Lorenzo. Their night had come to an abrupt end. Although it didn’t go according to plans, Jamal had fun. So much so that he wasn’t quite ready for the night to end. He suggested that they go to the party he was invited to. He started the Navigator, punched in the coordinates on the GPS, and headed across town to find his “train girl.” Jamal’s driving was a little erratic, compliments of his first experience with marijuana, but he managed to safely arrive at the venue. Upon exiting the vehicle, they realized that the party was letting out and the hordes of revelers were now parking lot pimping.

Jamal scanned the crowd looking for “train girl”. Although he had only seen her once, he knew that he would recognize her if he saw her again. A cool breeze ran across Jamal’s midsection, a reminder of his earlier mishap with the joint. Fiddling with the hole in his shirt, he staggered across the street towards the front of the building with Lorenzo following closely behind. About halfway to the entrance, Jamal caught sight of his intended prey and stopped dead in his tracks.

“Train girl” was standing at the top of the steps, a vision in all white. Jamal scanned her slowly, taking mental notes. He drank in her visage, especially enamored at the way her hair rested comfortably at the nape of her neck. She was casually chatting with a guy, who no doubt was trying to take her home. Her disinterest was obvious to Jamal and he was faced with another dilemma. Should he:

A: Wait for the guy to leave and then approach her.
B: Cock block the guy and take his woman.
C: Go home and call her later.

Before he could make a choice, he heard Lorenzo yell out.

“Watch out Jamal!!!”

But it was too late. Jamal was broadsided by a Honda Accord. He flew backwards and crumbled in a heap in the middle of the street. Jamal thought to himself "Damn, this was fun!" and lost consciousness.

It was written…