It’s a crisp fall night and I roll out the subway stop and hit the street sparking up. It’s my favorite time of year in Chocolate City. I’m sharp, the air is sharp I yell out to no one in particular “I’m young and pretty and bout to make a million dollars.”
Dinner at Zaytinya goes smooth. The deal is about to close and the home stretch is in sight. My words from early are prophecy. Another round for the table and then I will hit the night to celebrate on my own.
Pick up the check and chat up the fox posted at the bar.
See off my clientele and light up another to full enjoy the scent of fall. A vision goes by and we exchange some words, something more about the night ahead calls and I crunch her digits for later.
Order a car and head off in to the night.
Hit U Street like a slug to the chest no vest. Make friends in Lost Society. Drinks are cheap and flow fast. Chop it up with some of the folks. Things are working but I need some more action to get in to.
Bounce out and around the corner to Cloak and Dagger. Make my way around. A group with something I like. The feeling is mutual. Some words to friends about this and that. Hitting the usual keys. Hit some other keys with them in the back.
My mouth is flowing gold.
We bounce out and downstairs. Tropicallia has an easy door. Inside it’s hot and the music is blasting. We find a corner and hit bumps as the place steams up.
Things are getting interesting with my girl. We’ve only exchanged a few words all night, but they are choice. I’ve been playing through the group most of the way. I ask her if she wants to break to burn a spliff. She is game.
We hit the night and the air is cool again.