"I would call the way you danced here tonight practice. You hit a few more parties and that's all the practice you'll need."
Vanessa laughed and Phonso's brow rose slightly because she laughed a bit too long and too loud. Man, Scotty was marrying a light-weight. Vanessa was drunk.
"Let's dance some more, Phonso!" Her eyes lit up and she jumped to her feet and nearly lost her balance. Phonso hopped up and grabbed her elbow before she fell off the stoop.
"Are you alright?" He asked.
Vanessa fanned herself. "Dang it's hot all of a sudden. But I want to dance and I want to sing and I want to act!"
Phonso made a face. "Uh … right now?"
"Yes!"
Where was Scotty? His woman was crazy. "No more beer for you …" he muttered.
Vanessa laughed again and then hurried back into the apartment. She began to hop up and down like a spring to You Dropped A Bomb on Me by The Gap Band.