It's 12:54am.... All that could be seen, are different colours, sizes, and complexions of people. All moving in different direction to the beat. The hall was so crowded, one would think the whole planet was present there. As sweats, perfumes and smoke makes up the air of the day.
The sound of a man could be heard through a voice enhancer. Making commentaries to the music. The hype man.
A lady in a grey kimono with a mini skirt just same colour could be seen. The length of her heals could be measured to be 10cm long, burnt orange, with a milk colour hand bag hung under her right arm.
Her box braid, with its length hanging below her butts, one would think it was naturally braided on her head.
She's got a face of a baby, one would say she's under aged to be in a place like this.
Sitting directly opposite her is a man in a suit. The grey hairs all around his beards would have you describe him as old. Though grey hairs doesn't really describe one as old, you could find a boy of 20 with grey hairs. It's mostly being referred to as a gift.
Moving to another section of the building, two long 6 sitters laid opposite each other, another 3 sitter lying adjacent, in the center are two tables chocked up with drinks and beside each tables were two shisha pots with its contents waiting patiently for a drag.
Seated On one of the couches are 3 ladies with 3 not so gentle men as each could be seen caressing the ladies beside them while plastering a naira note on each part they touch, who returns the gesture with a wild chuckle, blinking their eyes like a cunning cat, making more moves to attract more money.
On the other, was a big bellied man, though his head was bald, one could still see strands of grey hairs scattered across his head. He had a glass in his hand while smirking and licking on his lower lips at the figure before him. Girl was busy twisting every part of her body to the beat, the contours of her body was barely covered as she wore a body con skimpy black dress with its length just below the curves of her back side and the upper part barely enough to cover her as two bouncy creamy buns was almost in sight to the delight of Mr. pot belly as she bent low to give him a rob on the chest which sent him quivering in excitement.
A young girl in her early 20s dressed in a black crazy-like trousers with a white tank top and a band tied across her dreaded hair, could be seen seated across the tables, leg crossed, not the slightest bothered about the happenings around her, with a lit cigarette in hand which she drags from time to time while typing on her phone.
Vera has an obsession with writing that she sometimes gets lost in her own world.
It's her best friends sister"s birthday, even though she hates the idea of going to the club, she just had to honour her besties day. But her obsession still had the best of her anyways as she soon found her self looking out for inspiration.
Gazing at her environment, her lips curved as a light chuckle escaped her lips at the idea that just occurred to her. Taking a long drag from the almost burned out cigarette in her hand, she took her phone and began writing all she sees.
Vera's pov
In another part of the hall I see a lady in white. She is putting on so much effort to shake this body of hers while a guy in red is rocking hard. Shaking that butty of hers she soon shove the guy away by switching to a cultural dance moves. While the guy, went ahead to look for some other butty to rock.
Glancing at the left, my eyes caught hold of a guy in white who suddenly picked up the bottle of spirit being shared by everyone on the table and gulped every drop.
Looking at my right is a lady in green, her skirt is slit up to her hips, with a matching half top revealing her flat tummy. Seeing a phone held against her ears makes me wonder who receives calls right in a bubbling club. 🥱🥱
Turning left and locking eyes with a very fine nigga sends shivers down my spines. Which made me turn my face away quickly.
How could someone just be staring at another like that. Gosh. Want to take a second glance but hell no. I'll be needing alot of nerves to do that.
It's 3:00 am...
Music is still hitting hard, fun is still on, with over 50 persons still present but I would say it's getting scantier by the hour.
Lady in red...
Though we came in here together but she seem far away from this planet.. with that buddie shaking vehemently.. babe...dats some ass...
There goes the lady on mask, she's here again stealing the show in her net as a dress..
Lora...
Zara's bestie... Well, she sure is having alot of fun. Her dance moves could only tell that she's had something up there, it's her friend's day so it's ok to be needing a little turn on.
Lady in red is in the lime light ooo. The babe is doing wonders with that butt of hers in a Mini fur-like skirting, that nwanyi Owerri is displaying the birth talent. Oboiii
Less I forget...
Mr fresh. With hair raised up high like that of a roaster. He's been on it all night. Rocking the hell outer two particular ladies.
Swears, I saw his gbola rising up high as his hair, man needs some going down.
Mr. pot belly,
it's shocking to know that his belly which looks like an inflated balloon, hasn't deflated with all the butty bounce he's been getting all night.
Where is the celebrant, Zara, that's her name, as the hype man hasn't stopped mentioning it all night. "Zara it's time to cut your cake, all the dorime Lords, no be to dey sing dorime, na now we go know which people reach to dey sing am"
She seem to be missing from her party. As the MC kept calling her up. Where could they have all gone to. I won't sey they all left for home.
This cute guy who has been busy all night, with his arms clutching a well crafted talking drum, and his hands working magic on the wooden item in sweet melody, adding an extra vibes to the already existing vibe. Guy is on point. With his dreads like that of lucky dube's . I bet he's way cuter though.
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