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How foolish of us! We should’ve known he had sold his soul to the devil. 💀The money was good though.

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This will sound so damn cliché but I really don’t know where to start with this one. My friends and I can’t really pin point when and where we first met the man, whom I’m sure you’ve figured out, is the main character in this pickle of a situation.

Thembi & Joyce will probably disagree with me but, I’m almost certain we first met HIM at Greatdane. They keep insisting that we first bumped into him at Liquid Blue, a lit club in Johannesburg known for being LGBTQI+ friendly and for its late closing hours.

Any Vampire Joburger would tell you that club hopping from Greatdane to Liquid Blue is almost mandatory on weekends and I, being an initiate to the club scene, wasn’t too sloshed to not remember where I first saw Osas’s perfect face!

On top of his tall,dark & yummy body, God decided to garnish him with a well connecting beard! A man that demands attention even to my ADHD’d self,on the crowded dance floor.He’s wearing a black & white Adidas tracksuit, the top jacket is unzipped,There’s a white vest underneath.

The darkness in the room allowed him to comouflage, but the red and green lights perstering across the room landed on his face, revealing his perfect smile as he walked towards me, pushing his way through the sweaty maniacs carrying bottles in their hands.

At this point,I didn’t know if I was suddenly getting heavily drunk or maybe I was drunk on how he was looking at me. Everything was on slow motion & it felt like a dream or better yet, a scene from a chick flick movie. My body went numb for a minute,until he finally spoke to me.

“I like how you dance” His deep voice forced its way into my ears. It felt like he was screaming,but I couldn’t tell,I was too focused on my swelling heart.

“Thank you.” I replied,then took a sip of the almost finished glass of Long Island cocktail in my hand.

“Your drink is almost finished,let me get you a refill”
I smile reluctantly & hand him the glass in my hand.He takes it and goes to the bar.All of a sudden I hear
“Emcimbini! ilazongothola khona!”
*No ways! My favorite song!*
I lost all sanity &left my heart on the dance floor

When my song was over, i turned back & went to the spot I was at before giving Micheal Jackson a run for his money. *Oh shit! He’s looking at me, he’s been watching me dance this entire time!* Despite how embarrassed I was, my feet took me straight to him.

“There you go” he says,giving me the drink.

“Thank you” I took the drink from his hand & gulped it right away. That dance routine I just did, left me dehydrated AF.

“My name is Osas, and you my beautiful Queen,what’s your name?”

*Who is he calling a Queen?! Bathong this man!*

“I’m Ike”

“Huh?!”

“Ike. My name is Ike”

“I still can’t here you, music is too loud” he says, pointing at one of the speakers with clear intentions of making everyone a
noise-induced-hearing-loss-candidate.

“I said, my name is Ike” now I’m forced to scream this in his ear.

*Lord have mercy! He smells good too! I’m a gone girl!*

“Ooh, nice to meet you my...”
Joyce pulls me by the hand before I could hear the rest of his sentence😭. He was probably going to call me something sweet again. A man that can play around with words. I see potential here!

“Joyce what hell?! You going to make me spill my drink!”

I’m lying, I couldn’t care less about the drink. I’m mad she took me away from MY Osas!
“Finish up that drink, we’re going to Liquid Blue now.” Joyce says, still pulling me away from Osas.

I told her that it would atleast take me a half an hour to finish the full glass of Long Island on my wet hands, from the spills I got as Joyce was leading me out of the dance floor, & into the open-plan-roofless side of Greatdane.

She took the drink from my hand & chunked it down on my behalf.
“There you go, stay here. I need to find Thembi” she instructed me.

“Yes Ma’m”
It’s doesn’t take her long for her to find the sloshed Thembi. We get in an Uber & hopped to Liquid Blue. *This place is such a vibe!*

I could hear Beyoncé’s Rocket blasting out from the inside. We step inside & everyone is doing some kind of a sexy dance. I don’t blame them, Beyoncé’s moaning on that song makes everyone feel like a sexy stripper. I’m also slowly losing it.
We’re all singing along.

“Tell me what you’re going to do with all this ASS!!” Beyonce asks the man she’s being naughty with. All the gays are losing it! The songs ends & it seems I’ve lost Thembi & Joyce. I start walking around looking them. *oh, here they are*

I walk to the bar, where they were ordering drinks. Joyce has her chest rested on top of the table, Thembi is brushing her back as if she was comforting her.
“Friend, are you okay? What’s wrong?”
Joyce won’t answer.
“She’s not feeling well. She was even throwing up in the toilet”

“Maybe she’s had too much to drink hey”

“Yeah, I also think so too.”

“Maybe we should just call it a night...Joyce, do you want us to take you home?”

She still won’t answer. Her eyes are open, so she’s not asleep. She’s blinking, so she’s not dead. Now I’m worried.

I take out my phone & request for her, a ride home.
“The driver will be here in two minutes. Thembi, lets take her outside.” I’m instantly sober. Thank God for my fast metabolism! I get drunk too quickly, and I sober up quickly too.

We slowly ushered her outside, pushing our way through the crowds of drunk-amateur dancers & misty smoke from the lips of the sitted pipe holders. I’m hit by dizzy spells, I can’t breathe. I feel like a heavy load has been suddenly placed upon my shoulders.

Cold-fresh-air embraces us as we step out of the dark room with blue lights striking the carefree millanials, like lightning on hills, at the witching hour.

I can finally breathe again!
I check for the driver’s location on my phone, he’s a few meters away from us.

I try calling the driver, but the call won’t go through. I only have data, no airtime.
“Thembi, stand here, I’ll get the driver. I think that’s him” I say, pointing at the white Toyota Corolla with harzad lights on, just by the corner.

I get closer to the car that’s begging for attention & yes, this is our driver. I knock on the window for him to open the door.

Aibo, he won’t open.. He won’t even move to face me.
*WTF?! Is he asleep?!*
I’m pissed off now.

I shone the window with my phone. Oh no! 😩