"Yo Ray wait up man, make sure we have everything," Victor said as he trotted out of the hotel room. "I'm sure we have everything, plus if we don't get to the club soon they might not let us in for free." "Man you know we were the life of the party last night, that's why we get in free tonight!" Victor responded. "Oh, yeah man and good job hooking up with the club owner Tracey, she is fine as hell." "Yeah, you right she is fine as hell and who would have thought the owner of the club would be in the middle of the dance floor, cutting up dropping it like its hot, doing the splits...What was that one move she did? I think she called it the fresh leg. ha ha ha she reinvented the stanky leg." "Ay don't trip cause Ms. Dirty ain't no joke either." Raymond said. "Man, put your helmet on and lets get over to the club."
As they zoom through the city the lights on the Ferris wheel at the pavilion were the only things to light up the sky, the moon was cut into thirds by thin foggy clouds and the stars playing hide and seek. Raymond and Victor have been friends for more than ten years and have been riding their bikes together every year since they could ride, but this was their first year at black bike weekend, mainly because Victor was married and his wife was crazy, at least that's what Ray always said.
As they pulled up to the club Ray revved up the engine on his Hayabusa just to alert all the bystanders that the party had arrived to the club. Both of the lines to get into the club were stretched around each side the the building. It looked like black friday at Walmart. It really didn't matter to Vic and Ray, they never stood in line no matter what city, state, or country they were in, some how one of them knew a bouncer, DJ, or Owner. As the Dynamic Duo strutted past the crowd, the whispers started. "Who the hell they think they are? I've been standing in line for an hour and my feet hurt," one young woman exclaimed. Upon reaching the middle door the looks of disgust got worst. The crowd got more and more rowdy the longer Ray and Vic waited for the mirrored tinted doors to open. "Ay, Shawty those doors don't open, get ya asses to the back of the line," some guy yelled from the middle of the crowd. Not too long after that, all 7 foot 2 inches 390 pounds of Big J comes to the door and says "Tracey and Ms Dirty have been waiting on you two." The hallway that Big J led them down seemed to be mirrored on the outside because they noticed everyone primping themselves in it. "Ay! Yo Big J! Where the hell you taking us man?" Victor asked nervously. "Vic chill out Bruh, you company of Tracey, ya'll get the royal treatment." "Oh ok but last night we were in the club, tonight did we even enter the club?" "Ha ha ha," Big J laughed with a sinister tone. After like two lefts and three rights and a short elevator ride, the platinum elevator doors opened and there they sat, in the middle of a glass dance floor at a table that over looked all 5000 square feet of the club. "Yo Ray, did you see those whips and shit on the walls on the way up here?" Victor whispered in Ray's ear as they approached the table....
As they zoom through the city the lights on the Ferris wheel at the pavilion were the only things to light up the sky, the moon was cut into thirds by thin foggy clouds and the stars playing hide and seek. Raymond and Victor have been friends for more than ten years and have been riding their bikes together every year since they could ride, but this was their first year at black bike weekend, mainly because Victor was married and his wife was crazy, at least that's what Ray always said.
As they pulled up to the club Ray revved up the engine on his Hayabusa just to alert all the bystanders that the party had arrived to the club. Both of the lines to get into the club were stretched around each side the the building. It looked like black friday at Walmart. It really didn't matter to Vic and Ray, they never stood in line no matter what city, state, or country they were in, some how one of them knew a bouncer, DJ, or Owner. As the Dynamic Duo strutted past the crowd, the whispers started. "Who the hell they think they are? I've been standing in line for an hour and my feet hurt," one young woman exclaimed. Upon reaching the middle door the looks of disgust got worst. The crowd got more and more rowdy the longer Ray and Vic waited for the mirrored tinted doors to open. "Ay, Shawty those doors don't open, get ya asses to the back of the line," some guy yelled from the middle of the crowd. Not too long after that, all 7 foot 2 inches 390 pounds of Big J comes to the door and says "Tracey and Ms Dirty have been waiting on you two." The hallway that Big J led them down seemed to be mirrored on the outside because they noticed everyone primping themselves in it. "Ay! Yo Big J! Where the hell you taking us man?" Victor asked nervously. "Vic chill out Bruh, you company of Tracey, ya'll get the royal treatment." "Oh ok but last night we were in the club, tonight did we even enter the club?" "Ha ha ha," Big J laughed with a sinister tone. After like two lefts and three rights and a short elevator ride, the platinum elevator doors opened and there they sat, in the middle of a glass dance floor at a table that over looked all 5000 square feet of the club. "Yo Ray, did you see those whips and shit on the walls on the way up here?" Victor whispered in Ray's ear as they approached the table....
