She Used to Be the Sweetest Girl(21)

Snatching her arm away from multiple guys, Brix finally made it to the bar area and took a seat. She had visited Club 210 plenty of times in her younger days and was grateful for the number of bars they had. Carissa and Lexi stood on each side of her, ready to place their orders as well.



"Three Patron and pineapples?" Brix asked her girls.



"Make it five. Two for us, and one for the baby over there," Carissa said, smirking. Brix told the bartender the order and sat back, listening to the two debate.



"You know I can outdrink you any day. Don't play," Lexi said, laughing.



"Girl bye. You be drunk off of two little shots, then be all in yo feelings over Trey," Carissa replied, before digging in her purse to pay. Trey was Lexi's boyfriend of two years. He worked for Pepsi as a truck driver and was on the road for long periods of time. So, of course, she had a right to miss him.



"At least I have someone to be in my feelings over. Which nigga cut you off this week?" Lexi laughed, slapping hands with Brix.



"You'd like to know, wouldn't you?" she laughed before placing the money on the bar. Tonight, the bar had a deal going on. Drinks were two for three-fifty and Carissa planned to come back for as many as possible.



Taking their drinks from the bar, they headed toward the stage so they could have a better view. Brix didn't really want to be up front, because the lights were killer, but she didn't want to stand alone either. Carrying her two drinks and sipping slowly, she could already feel the effects of the tequila. They had been drinking Malibu Rum in the car and the mixture of the two had her feeling lovely.



Shemel watched from his section as Brix and her crew walked through the crowd like they owned the place. He had seen some bad females tonight, but they were killing it effortlessly. Pierre came and stood by him, sipping on his dirty Sprite, and threw his arm around his shoulder.



"What's good bro? You ready?"



"Fasho. I just seen my future wife walk in though," he said, with his eyes still fixated on Brix. It didn't matter that there were hundreds of people surrounding her; she stood out among them all.



"Maaan, here you go. Get ya mind right and off these bitches," Pierre said.



Mel looked over at him and said, "She ain't no bitch, P."



"Whoa! Excuse me my nigga," Pierre said, laughing.



"You good. I gotta get her though," he said, shaking his head. Shemel made up in his mind; if it was the last thing he did, he was going to cuff little Brix. He had to. The fact that she turned him down so easily, made him even more attracted to her.



"I hear you. We'll catch up with her later though. Let's head to the stage," Pierre responded before walking away.



Walking out the section and down the stairs, they walked through the back of the club to get to the stage. They didn't have time to be squeezing through no crowd and niggas tryna snatch chains. They'd end the little show before it even got cracking, fucking with them.



Once they finally made it on stage, it was like the spotlight was on them, instead of the rapper performing before him. Shemel bobbed his head to the beat, taking a sip of his bottled water. He trashed his cup before they walked out the section. He didn't know who the rapper was on stage performing, but he liked his flow. He reminded him of Lil’ Snupe when he was alive and killing shit; the accent and all.



"Aye! What's dude name performing?" he asked Jerome, who was rapping along.



"That's that young nigga Vino I had told you bout a while back. He nice ain't he?" Jerome asked.



"Yeah. I’mma have to link up with dude. How old is he?"



"Young man. He just turned twenty-one."



Mel nodded his head, already plotting on his next move. Talent that raw and at that age was hard to come by. He was gone make sure they swapped contact info before the night ended. Giving thanks to the crowd, Vino walked toward the exit where Mel was standing and nodded his head.



"Good shit,” Mel told Vino, before tossing his water bottle to Jerome.



Walking on stage, his heart rate increased. The energy from the crowd had him hype, and although he wasn't new to this, he still got the jitters when first gracing the platform. Grabbing the mic from his DJ, he spoke to the crowd.



"What's good St. Louis! Y'all ready to turn this bitch up?" he asked, with his voice booming throughout the club.



"YEAHHHH!" the crowd screamed and clapped. Weed smoke could be smelled in the air from blunts being passed around on the under.



"Nah. Y'all don't sound ready. I said, is y'all ready to turn this mufucka up!" The crowd went wild and his DJ dropped the beat.