“It’s a real nigga birthday, bottles for everybody, on me!” Enzo announced and threw the money into the air, watching it rain down on everybody on the dance floor. The music came back on and he sat back down indulging in his hookah. He watched the scenary as the women he’d smashed inside of the men’s room rubbed on him and s**t.
Te’Qui and Kesha ventured onto the dance floor to get their groove on. They watched Enzo closely. It wasn’t long before he was hitting the women he’d f****d earlier with a few dollars and sending them off. The remainder of his time in the V.I.P section he was guzzling expensive champagne and drunkenly dancing by himself. A big bald headed nigga that Te’Qui assumed was Enzo’s chauffeur leaned over the velvet rope and said something to Enzo that he couldn’t hear. En
