THE RED RIBBON II

AT THE BAR

“Some things don’t last brother, true love is only in the states where there's…” Blurted  Tony. “Everything will fall in place, look at this place-those ladies. In fact that is college and campus girls’ spot.” John scuffed smiling. “I believe I shouldn’t be girly to cry about it, we got money and yeah, those girls, we will make it rain on them. We should not leave here alone.” I blurted determinedly. The four of us had become great friends since childhood. John the Information Technology Engineer, Sandy the Mechanical Engineer, Tony the Software Engineer and I the Electrical Engineer. Yeah you can say it, we all are engineers. We schooled at the same schools since kindergarten to university.

“Sandy, the ladies are in the building,” John shouted amidst the blurring loud noise of the reggae music that was playing on the background. “Thaa-nkgod fi di gal deem, eeeh,” John sung while reaching out for his 4 tusker lite beer, “So, are we going?” He asked, fixing his gaze at the three of us, I could see flecks of lights reflecting in his brown eyes. I was empty, nothing forthcoming in my mind, my tongue seemed cemented, not even a single word. I was like a wall clock with no battery. No honey words to use to woo those girls as it has been a while. “I think we should leave the table for the grieving man.” Sandy joked gazing at the campus girls who had  put weight on the dustless seats . “Wait, we should have a hatching plan.” I said. The trio gazed at me  laughing, “The plan is to buy drinks and keep them coming” Tony said as they started walking towards the pretty girls.

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 I courageously joined my crew though I knew I was an empty shell.  We found ourselves in front of the ladies who put on lovely rejoicing smiles. “Ladies, can we join you?” I asked politely, convincingly, just by surprise. “What the... the fox has just risen!” John shouted looking at me. I could see the shock in them. They thought I wouldn’t utter a word but there I was, building courage, upgrading my game!

“Uhmm, are you lost! We are in the middle of a birthday party” One of the fine short ladies mumbled. Actually this was a go sign and I was ready to talk and convince them but Tony had a different plan. “Weh leta cider nane.” Tony ordered. The ladies seemed turned on already. I didn't know it was this easy since they offered to squeeze us in. Fortunately I was sited beside an African cute light skinned lady, fitting French blazer, dark chocolate jeans with sensible shoes, Oh my! Betty was her name.

“You seem a bit off,” she said warmly, “Your friends are really enjoying themselves while you seem lonely.” She concluded. “Yeah, shit happens sometimes and I’m in the middle of one.” I replied. She slowly sipped her drink from the high risen gold plated glass. Then, “I might help cheer you up...” she sipped again, placing her dark brown eyes weight on me-winking. “It’s a safe way though, you won’t have to jump off a bridge.” She joked. Actually this was the moment I realized I would have to use Tony's plan and spend some cash on this flesh campus girl. I could not take my eyes off her innocent beauty. I kept staring at the medallion hanging on her cleavage. I ordered her a glass of champagne as a signal to let her know I was interested to everything she was to suggest that night. “So where do you stay?” Betty asked, blushing. Before I could even answer, Betty's friend jumped into our conversation, “Hmm it’s not yet 4 A.M and you're thinking of going home? Anyway classes are over, you have fun.”

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Sandy had these two girls who were already begging him to take them home. They disappeared one by one. I was left with drunk Betty, her eyes drowsy, she couldn't walk by herself. I tried to use her phone to call any of her friends to take her home but unfortunately I couldn’t bypass her phones' security code. The only option was to take her home with me.

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