Caesar is Black

Dope Game in the Dope Game

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Flight Risk

Rolling on a late night flight back to the home town. Last leg of the day after an early morning. Closing out a massive deal and still feeling the vibe of that. The boardroom smelling of wood and the power. Making everyone bend to my will and sign on the dotted line.

Needless to say, I’m feeling great.

Post up at the bar and make some moves on the honey sitting in the seat across from me. She’s not having it, but we get to vibing and have some good conversation. Leave that to pop on the plane. Roll down the jetway, lit and a few whiskeys in.

Still feeling great.

End up kicked back in my seat, collar undone, a grit from earlier still on my breath, when there is a drop in to the seat next to me.

She’s older. No ring. Typing on her phone and trying to send out an email before they close the cabin door.

I let that simmer for a bit and knock out until we take off.

She wakes me up after we’re already well on our way to see if I want something to drink from the attendants rolling around. I end up ordering a Jack and some water and we get to chopping it up about our jobs.

Always with the mundane conversation, I’m more deadly. She gets to asking about my suit and whether I wear custom fits all the time and always look this fly. Of course the answer is yes. And I spit some more in her general direction.

Things are going well. The drink flows. I get a comped mini bottle from the flight girl who is peeping game and enjoying the show.

There is some history and a shared industry from a while back.

Eventually she ends up asking about the kind of women I like. Somehow we are on this topic. I always lead things to there inevitable conclusions.

Cop the digits but leave things with enough tension that I can pick it back up later.

A few weeks go by and we’ve been missing our connections. She’s in the air, I’m on the ground. And then we switch. Banter is fun, but I want to get back to a face to face. Eventually, we line that up for a week in advance.

Roll in to the spot and she’s dressed up nicely. Still older, but not looking her age. I can appreciate a mature woman. We get to talking while the bar cracks off with some live jazz. There is more whiskey and we run through the usual moves. She lives back across town, and we dip out after a few drinks. She picks up the tab. I tell her I owe her one.

I can see her wrestling with herself. I’m closer in age to her kids than herself. She just needs a reason. I give her one.

Working Girls

When you’re out on the town making moves around the upper crust, you’re going to run in to “working girls.”


Say you hit a nice little rooftop fashion event to negotiate some fabric deals and cop some art. Roll in to the join custom fitted peaked lapels. Pure white scarf. Cold serving. Run a lap on the place, making sure to grab cards and put in some face time. Take your drink ticket to the bar and order a whiskey rocks. Girl, full sleeve, hair up and ice all over. I break that down. Somewhere mid convo about her being a plus one she drops, “You’re cute, but tonight is booked.”

Say you’re at a dinner, on invite from the homies. Stop by their spot after closing some deals, ready to kick back and blow trees. Mixed company and some stories are going around. There is a chick there in some faux fur and a choker. Silicon popping out her strapless dress. Topics get to travel and she goes, “The Emirates are fun.”

Say you drop in to visit a second cousin of your Rolly on a trip to The Continent. You all hit a private beach on the West Side and throw back Pils and Reefs. Posted at the bar in some board shorts and a Fitted T. Older cat is there and spit some Français about business. Chick rolls up decked out. They’re together but not. He heads out to the surf to spark a grit and she stick around. We get to talking real estate timelines and she offers to show me around with a, “I’ll be done with him soon if you’re going to be here.”

A Pimp Named

Back when I was a lowercase G, me and the roll dog used to post up at his cousin’s spot. It was a low down after hours joint that where we would kick it and help move a bit of product.

This was back in the street time days when we were running around town way past dark and hitting the boards by sunup. We used to bump some sick nasty and jam mixes of the oldies paying out the 12s mounted on the wall. We weren’t doing much of everything, but we thought we owned the world.

There was a cat that used to post up at the spot. Always dressed down in some slacks. Fly kicks all the time. Crocodile leather accessories. Not decked out, just smooth.

We’d throw some his way and guy would kick back by smoking us out. Always had a different chick with him. The girls would hit, lay back and blow rings. Dude never spoke that much but they would jump. Never lifted a finger but would have the bar rolled and drinks in hand.

It was command, but easy command.

The girls were out. Not throwing it, but you always knew you could get it if you wanted. Cat offered a few here and there. Not straight out, but it was there.

We ran work out the spot for Summer before moving on to some better logistics. Every once and a while we would fall through and see old dude with his feet up smoking loud and having his girls fetch beer.

At that point I had learned to pick brains and got to talking about running traffic and the Game.

His perspective. You just tell people what you want, they’ll do it. Gotta be clear. Most people aren’t clear. But if you say it, it’ll happen.

So get after it.

Bout It

Making all the days count. Always moving forward towards something better, something greater. Been out, coasting on E most nights after calling in the big dollars on the regular grind. Weeks of hitting the corners and pushing supply. Nights after that are always easy going.

But one day got a second to throw it down with the homie. We’re posted out back with a Backwoods and something out of Kentucky. Graduated from the earlier days of tossing product and have moved on to the other side of things, but old lessons never go away.

Get deeper in it and we’re chopping it up about this ting and that one, of course he’s always got new news. This cat has been chasing skirts since I knew him.

Anyway, I was dishing about stepping to a chick for the first time and it went something like this.

When you step to her, of course you’re going to come correct, but really it’s all about knowing what kind of shit you bring to the table. Me I’m all that, so when I hit her up, she can take it or leave it.

If it’s not fun then I’m going to get bored and she’s going to miss out on all I’ve got to offer. Best thing for her is to come along for the ride, let me sweep her up in my reality and then we can go off and do our piece.

For girls that are down for this kind of experience, they will let themselves go and really give in to it. Other girls push back but want to get won over.

As I get in to it, I’ll adjust to how she’s feeling, but in the first moment, it’s all about me and what I want. Then if she’s cool she can get more and I can enjoy the process of putting it on her. That’s a mutually fun and enjoyable kind of thing.

All that intent is in the initial step, when I drop my voodoo on the outset.

Social Calls

Well used way to keep your card full is to swing invites to some regular events.

That could be Sunday brunch with the fried chicken at the home girl’s aunt’s spot, or it could be a Seder spread. Key is to have some joints where you can drop in unannounced and you know you’ll see a few regulars.

This is good for keeping connects fresh. You’ll want to catch up on the news. Always keep an ear to the ground so you can dish a headline here and there.

Or go multipurpose and drop “Have you seen how the contractors have been performing out East?” Just nod along after that one.

Usually the host will try to throw a chick at you or the chick will throw herself. You can spin these to meet laters or just play it cool and cop digits.

You’re going to want to tailor these meets to your tastes. The idea of course is to max out on food, wine, whiskey and opportunities to chop it up with fly chicks.

Make sure you bring a good bottle of wine or 12 year with you to supplement. Depending you can widen the supply a bit.

Play it by ear. There are plenty of scenes to explore.

Get out there.

Flash Bang

“I’m the “weee” before the “boom”
I’m the fire in the hole coming from the tube”

Flash bang game. Think shock and awe.

There’s a group of chicks. Or a “mixed set”

Of course there’s one (or a few) that you’ve got in your sights.

One way to approach this:

Posted at the bar. Whiskey on the rocks with a splash of water in hand.

There’s a chick posted at one of the tables with her clique. There’s three girls and four seats.

Roll over. Grab the seat.

They have no time to react. The pin is already out.

Drop something about how their friend is cute. Flip to her. Rap about how you had to come talk to her. How she has to give you her number and come out with you sometime. Pull out your phone and get the digits.

Time spent: under a minute

Another way:

Walk into the spot. Suited. Midnight three piece with no tie. White shirt, white square.

There’s a group of fly chicks. All in heels. Two in a dress one in a skirt and crop. One of these girls is not like the others. They’re at the bar. They’re unassuming. Some kind of conversation. Everyone’s getting drinks and then they’re coming with you.

They don’t know what hit them.

Drop some group compliment. You need them all. Right now. They have to come with you right away. There’s urgent business. You tell them to follow you. Flag a cab. Outro

Time spent: 2 minutes

Keys to flash bang game:

You’re in and you’re out. Quick. Silent. Cap and ghost. Stick and move. You know the drill.

Get the number. Or pull the chick. Or the group.

Don’t linger.

No mess
Good for groups
Good for the use dolo

Can’t think of any

I’ve run this well and bounced a girl from the spot in no time. You have to move before there’s any objection. She’s already on her way and having fun before she has time to think.

Le Soir

Pounding pavement all day. Get a hit on the cell that my girl is going to be in town and off work for the night. Plan this, plan that, we’re meeting up at a nice little  spot in Le Onzième.

Le Maitre D’ decked out in jacket and square just like yours truly. Spit some Français and pick up the reservation. He asks how things are with work. Tout ça va.

Table in the corner. Near side of the bar, away from the music. Bass and horn duet going off on the other side of the restaurant. Say what’s up to the bar tender, dap him a bill. Get back a Bourbon and a Bourdeaux.

Emotions are high. She’s been on the runway all day. We drink. The wine airs out. The band plays some Miles. Waitress comes through. Nous commandons. Everyone wants to know how things are. A few other regulars stop by. We chop it up with another couple in on holiday. Another round appears. Food comes.

The owner shows up around midnight. Says what up to the others kicking it at the bar. Gets us another round. Asks how is L’Américain? Everything is good. Food is good, company is good.

Straight Gold

Out on the town. As usual for this time of night. Bounced out a client dinner and off in to the night. Plan is to meet up with some of the crew and hit up a few spots around town.

I meet up with the homies at a local spot. We chop it up and kill a few grits out front of the bar. Grab a drink or two and catch up. We’re supposed to meet up with some cat who is a friend of a friend and copped a table downtown. Bad idea. I push the homie whose plan this is before hand. He says he’s got it locked down and there are no worries. It’s a “sure thing.”

We roll out over that way. Get to the spot and don’t get past the first door. It’s crowded, there’s too many people, maybe if we put up for another table. Heard all of that before. People are coming out saying it’s dead inside.

Turns out this cat we are supposed to meet up with is at another spot. Homie has two strikes already. He’s an unknown and he’s put us at the wrong spot. It’s also fucking cold. Not helping my mood.

Get to the next spot and it’s the same story. Luckily I came prepared for all this. Spark up a bit of a spliff on the sidewalk out front and chat up the door guy.

Offer a bit and he’s pretty open. We’ve got a nice little group, so I hit this dude up for a suggestion. Where can 2 guys with 6 girls get in to something?

Solid, solid move if you didn’t already know.

He points your boy in the right direction. Gives a name to drop at the next spot. I grab the crew and take over the night. Bounce over to this new spot.

At the door. No more issues. Drop a name, chat it up. Get the gloved hand treatment all the way in. Cop a shot for the cat and take his info.

Spend the rest of the night kickin it at the upscale spot throwing back neat whiskey and dancing.

On the way out, dap up the cat that let us in. Make some connects about some supply he might need later in the week. Take names again, and throw in some other info on the nights ahead.

The move here is to lock down the door guy anywhere you go. They all know each other and a name here and a name there will get you in.

Not rolling with 3 chicks on your arm to an upscale spot? Get out there.

Off The Wall

Dropping by a friend’s birthday party. She copped a lounge situation on the edge of town for the night. Things are chill and going round. New people to meet. Chopping it up with some investment banker types. Chopping it up with some friends of friends. Taking names and digits where it makes sense.

None of that is unusual. Good times. What happened after though is we all bounced to another spot. We get there and start throwing it down on the dance floor with our small group, turnt off the previous place.

I look around. No one else in the spot is having any kind of fun.

Now this, not at all unusual either. Go to the spot next time and check out what most other cats are doing.

They might be posted with friends, posted with a drink, posted on their phones. Common denominator is they are out, but they aren’t making any moves.

Talking to people you don’t know is some freaky shit to most of the population, so people stand around on the wall and never take any action.

So all the more powerful moves are when you can come in and bring some energy to what would otherwise be a dead night for folks. This works for guys, girls, groups. Doesn’t matter. Very, very strong move.

  1. Pace the group and get in with any basic open.
  2. Add in emotions by introducing drama, playing the group of each other, pushing buttons, etc.
  3. Keep pumping things until they’re around the emotional level that you want the group or the chick you’re working on.
  4. Merge groups, bounce, next steps.

In practice? It’s me rolling over to two other girls that aren’t in our clique. Short words about one girl’s hair and the other girl’s choker. Make fun of them for being bad dancers. They start qualifying. Grab them, go introduce to the birthday girl. Pull them in to the dance circle and start them off.

This is massively valuable to people because otherwise they would be sitting around bored on their phones. Instead they end up dancing and having fun and in part of an actual party. This is why people go out. They just don’t have the skills to make it happen for themselves. You can stay inside and get the same kinds of connects and atmosphere with your friends, your phone and some music. But people still go out and do those things at the club because they are waiting for some random factor to disrupt their experience.

Not tearing it up on the dance floor? Get out there


Got hit up for a kickback. Help support the homies, threw out a few invitations. Important to have mixed company, keep things exciting. Show up first of course. Smoke the spot out, get started on the drinks a bit early.

Folks start coming in. Teacher, model, actress. Friends of friends. Everyone’s welcome. Pair up, take the gifts that come in. Some good taste in wine from the homegirl. She’s got a few of her crew rolling over soon.

Light up some more. Get to talking about this and that. Working the groups, making sure people know each other. That girl is from downtown, this girl lived in the arts district, you two would get along. You get the idea.

Conversation going up. More people falling through. They bring wine and trees. Good friends. Homegirl’s friend is here. Tall, hair, laugh, we’re vibing. Take her around, introductions. This one and that one. Gracious host all the way, it might as well be my spot. Drinks are flowing, people have gotten to know each other and are comfortable now. Smoke’s in the air and the music is up.

Get started on the dancing, push a few people to the floor. Lights go down. Girl can dance. We work it for a bit, break it off, hit up the rest of the party again. Our mutual friend is about to dip. I send homegirl off, I’ll take care of her friend, no worries. Back to more fun things. Roll a spliff, hit the porch out back. Burn that and then it’s basic questions. Where we headed next?

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