Fresh off a breakup and you’re bound to make bad decisions, especially when there isn’t a council to talk you off the ledge into sanity. So hey, YOLO.

A new club had opened up, called “Lucky’s”, and it seemed to be doing fairly fine with its hole in the wall status. You walked through the curtain of smoke, either from hookah or weed…or both, and everything seemed so…bougie and ghetto all at once. Just your speed. Between the glittering stripper uniforms, to the sparklers, to the literal aquarium as a floor- yes girl, you were in heaven…and kinda overstimulated but that’s okay, nothing a few shots can’t fix.

Those few shots had you buzzing just right, your mind chopping and screwing every song that blared through those speakers. Push It by Twenty88 began to play, and all you could manage to do was whine your hips and run your hands over your body. Then someone else’s hands ran over you.

Oh uhn-uh, you opened your eyes and ahead of you at a lengthy distance was your ex’s right hand, Semaj- you knew that yellow complexion and freeforms from anywhere. And if he was here, then-

“Imma give you a minute to tighten up, then we out.” You felt his lips against your ear, that Bronx baritone making your spirit shake a little. Of course, Raheem is always eight steps ahead. You didn’t like that he was nonchalant? You wanted to be chased all day? Be careful what you wish for, mama.

With a gentle, yet stern grip around your bicep, Raheem pulled you through the sea of bodies, keeping you just a bit in front of him. Through the cloud of smoke and out into the chilly air, there was that distinct Infinity SUV, all blacked out with neon green calipers. He opened the door, and inside was a blanket, a bottle of water in the cup holder, and blueberry Little Bites- that’s as good as an apology you were going to get.

“Get in, sweetheart.”