Page 35 of Arris, Jayme & Dyani
The driver climbed out and pulled the door open. We took our time climbing out. I pulled the tight black dress I was wearing down a little bit and glanced at myself in the reflection of the truck. I fixed my hair and rubbed my lips together, effectively spreading my lip gloss.
I led my sisters to the front of the club and straight inside.
“Happy birthday!” several people screamed as I entered the club.
I laughed as I hugged my sorority sisters and accepted the flowers they’d brought me. We made conversation while we walked to the section where there was already a group of DP members spread out. I gave one-armed hugs to them and rolled my eyes but accepted the cash they gave me.
Even though Arris and I had broken up a little while ago, my title as a concrete rose was secure. I was still around a lot, even after our breakup. We never had a desire to stop talking and never had any issues with coparenting. We were friends before anything. DP didn’t have a reason not to fuck with me or think I was flaw, so shit hadn’t changed when me and Arris’s relationship status did. It helped that I was always down to do a little favor for them if needed, they adored Blake, and my baby daddy still had my calling card on his neck.
Everyone was talking and laughing. I joined them easily. Someone handed me a beer. Someone else handed me a shot. I took the shot and chased it with the beer.
I wined my hips and leaned back when I felt hands on them. I knew immediately it was one of my sisters and I laughed as I leaned into her. She danced with me and I welcomed a second shot from another of the DP members.
I was giggling with a concrete rose when I caught sight of Dyani. She was downstairs, making her way through the crowd and looking around. I immediately went to the railing and started waving to get her attention.
She made a beeline toward me and I met her at the entrance of the section. I hadn’t been joking when I told Arris I was going to invite Dyani out, even if I had been somewhat joking about us competing for her. I’d never tried to snatch a woman from under his nose, but she was beautiful and Arris and I weren’t actually strangers to sharing women. We had our fair share of threesomes while we were dating, mostly initiated by me and never regretted, but we cut that off once we had Blake. The thought of having random women in and out of our spot when we had a baby wasn’t something we could get behind, but fuck, it had been an amazing time.
I gave Dyani a hug as soon as she was close enough and she held up a small gift bag.
“I got you something.”
“And you didn’t have to,” I countered, “But thank you for coming.”
“Thank you for inviting me.”
“Of course.” I shimmied as I let her go. “Where’s Arris?”
“What?” Dyani looked around quickly.
“Arris?” I repeated.
“Uhm,” she cleared her throat, “We didn’t come together.” She leaned into me and spoke into my ear. “We’re kind of keeping things lowkey and there’s a lot of DP here.”
“Oh.” I blinked at her. “Well, anyway, you can hang out with me.” I winked at her.
She grinned.
I linked our fingers together and pulled her back toward the middle of the section.
“Do you want a drink?” I asked.
“Sure.”
“A real drink or a shot?”
“Either one.”
“I’ve got you.” I grabbed two shots and offered her one.
We tapped our glasses together then took them. I set our empty glasses down and grabbed another one for Dyani.
“I’m two ahead of you,” I explained. “Go ahead and get caught up.”
“Alright. Let’s do it.” She took the shot.
I stuck my tongue out and she mirrored the gesture as the song changed. The women in the section rapped along with the lyrics. I started dancing in place, putting my hands on my knees and twerking. Dyani put her hands on my hips and I danced against her for a little before standing up fully. She threw her arms around my shoulders and I reached back with one hand to touch her hip while we moved together.
I smiled and squealed when I saw my biological sisters. I stopped dancing and waved them over.
