As the fellas got out of the truck, dressed to be kings for a night, they made their way to the front of the line. Through the height of hair, gaudy jewelry and flesh, the fellas noticed a hand full of ladies whom they thought would fit into their plan for the evening. With Cupid's clout, it would be a matter of minutes before they were inside. The walk from the truck to the entrance, proved to be a profitable one for the fellas, as they heard the women calling for Cupid. Most of them knew that Cupid had juice and wanted to get in with him. As he had always done, he scoped the line for dimes, and he needed fifty cents. Cupid motioned to the ladies he thought had more to offer than just being seen. He pulled them out of line one by one until he had five dimes. Once the fellas had the women that they would go in with on their arm, they made their way to the door.
"Yo, what up Cupid?"
A stocky, well built man at the door said as
they shook hands and gave one another a hug of friendship.
"What's the haps kid?"
"I don't know, but you seem to have the best hand. How many
tonight?"
The man asked.
"Ten of us tonight,"
Cupid answered while pointing to the people in
his party.
"Have a nice evening,"
the man replied as he moved away from the
entrance of the club.
Cupid acknowledged the many people who recognized him as the
group made their way pass the wallflowers and through the wall of cigar
smoke. Finally the group reached the VIP lounge, where Cupid offered
the ladies a seat and a drink of their choice. The group ordered their
drinks as Gigolo initiated small talk with the ladies to get rid of the odor
of silence that plagued the table.
"Ladies, ladies,"
Gigolo started,
"let me be the first of the gentlemen to
say that you all look fabulous."
"You went to a white school huh?" One of the ladies responded.
Laughter spread over the table as the rest of the group repeated
Gigolos use of the word fabulous. Gigolo tried to justify his use of the
word by saying that he felt the need to be dignified.
"Being dignified is one thing,"
another of the ladies spoke,
"but
making yourself what you're not is another thing."
"Oh, so you're saying that I'm not a gentleman?"
"No,"
the lady responded,
"that's not what I'm saying. What I'm
saying is that you should just be what you are and not try and put so
much on it."
Gigolo agreed and changed the subject.
"By the way,"
Cupid started, "what are all of your names?"