HEY STRANGER!

NIGHT TO REMEMBER!

Six months later......

It's been six months since the encounter Michael had with the waitress at the eatery. He has completely forgotten about her except for the fact that her demeaning words made him buckle up, and vow to carve a niche for himself in the business world. He had since stopped harboring a need for revenge towards her. He in fact had a grudging admiration for her as a woman who couldn't be intimidated to back down in the face of an argument.

He has since been working his ass off to the admiration of his parents who were finally pleased with the positive change in his lifestyle. He still clubs of course but only on weekends, and he has since grown tired of sleeping with numerous girls who couldn't hold intelligent conversations apart from issues concerning money.

It's a weekend and he's in his favorite club with a few of his friends in the VIP section drinking and gisting when a group of girls enter. They are three in number and he takes his time to feast his eyes on them, briefly wondering if he could get one of them in his bed for the night. His eyes roam over the three girls and his gaze settles on the most appealing one. She's dressed in a little black dress with open toes heels, all complemented by a glittery clutch purse which she held. He takes in her petite frame and averagely beautiful face fantasizing about having her ride him in bed. He decides to make a move when the three girls occupy a seat close to him and his friends. He stands up and excuses himself from his friends to go talk to the object of his interest. He is almost there when something filters through his mind. The girl looked familiar. He tried to place her face with no luck, searching his memory for any encounter he might have had with her. Having no luck in that regard, he continues towards her to make her acquaintance.

He clears his throat on reaching the table she's seated with her friends.

"Hello, girls."

He waves to them.

They all look up at him immediately, mesmerized by his good looks.

"Hi."

They respond in unison.

"Sorry to disturb you girls, but I couldn't help but notice you upon entry. My name is Michael"

He stretches his hand to them for handshakes.

They take turns introducing themselves to him and shaking his hand.

"Pleased to meet you, Michael. I'm Camille."

The first girl responds.

"My name is Funmi."

The second girl says.

"You can call me Foyinsade."

The third girl takes her turn.

He smiles at them sweetly.

"Mind if I take a seat?"

They exchange looks and offer him a seat.

"I feel like I am at a disadvantage here girls. There's three of you and I happen to be the only male in your midst. My friends are right there. How about they come over here, and make things even? There are also three of us. That's if you don't mind. My friends are just over there."

He points at the table he just vacated.

The girls confer quietly among themselves before agreeing to his suggestion.

"Sure. No problem."

Camille responds.

"Okay then cool. What are you girls having?"

He stands up to call for the waiter also using the opportunity to call his friends over.

Sola and Eben make their way over to the table with huge smiles plastered all over their faces. They take their seats and introductions are made. Michael makes sure he's seated beside Camille the girl whose face he finds familiar.

The waiter arrives at their table, and they each place their order for drinks varying from rum to whiskey, to cranberry and Hennessy. Michael tells the waiter to put it on his tab, and the girls nod their thanks.

Now a party of six, they soon pair up in twos taking shots of their drinks delivered by the waiter. Sola and Funmi, Eben with Foyinsade, and Michael with Camille with each pair engrossed in private conversations.

"So, Camille. How are you doing? Do you maybe need something else to drink? Please feel free to call the waiter. It's all going to be on my tab. I got it covered."

"I am fine Michael, I am not much of a drinker, I am hardly able to hold my liquor. Thank God I have the common sense to know when to stop."

She smiles shyly at him.

He returns her smile.

"You know you kind of look familiar. I feel like I have met you somewhere before, but I can't quite place your face."

"Funny I was about to say the same thing. My memory fails me too."

"Do you maybe frequent this club? It's possible we have run into each other here before."

"No, that's not possible. This is actually my first time here. I only came because my friends wanted us to hang out being the weekend and all."

"Do you mean you have not been to this club before or you don't go to clubs generally like this is your first time in a club?"

"That's not what I am saying. I have been to a few clubs in town though I try not to make a habit of it. I just mean I have never been to this particular club before. My friends and I just wanted to try a new spot tonight. We heard this club is the rave of the moment. We just had to try it out."

She replies chuckling.

He chuckles in return.

"Your information might be correct, i wouldn't know about that anyway. My social life has taken quite a bit of a break. I am afraid I am somewhat outdated."

"I don't believe that. Why has your social life taken a break? You look every bit like a part of this place. Forgive me please but you look like the kind of person that clubs and parties every day."

"Actually you are right. I used to be the real-life of the party until about six months ago. I have a job now so I only hang out with my friends on weekends."

"That's nice. Congratulations on your new job in arrears. Cheers to that."

She raises her cup and they each down a shot of whiskey.

Michael observes Camille as she downs her shot. The only indication that the drink burns her throat is her blinking twice.

"I am impressed. I thought you said you couldn't hold your liquor. Your eyes didn't even water."

"Looks can be deceiving Michael. So, tell me, what do you do?"

He downs another shot of whiskey before responding.

"Well, I am the managing director of a real estate company."

He refrains from saying it's his father's company.

"Wow! That's nice. I had no idea I was talking to a big shot."

This remark makes him smile.

"I am not that much of a big shot honestly."

"You are so humble for a guy in your position. I can only imagine what qualifications, and years of experience you must possess before landing that kind of job. Everything in Nigeria has to do with connections and experience. Give yourself credit, you are a big shot."

"If you insist on calling me that, thanks anyways. How about you? What do you do?"

"I just graduated medical school from the pillars medical school, I am putting a few things in place before going for my residency."

She pours herself another shot of whiskey this time sipping it slowly.

"Really? That's so cool. You must be extremely brilliant to have finished medical school so early. It's not an easy feat. The pillars medical school, is that not the private Christian medical school in town? The one owned by a church?"

"Yes, it is."

"No offense intended but you don't look like the type that attended a Christian medical school. They are usually so stiff and boring to talk to. You on the other hand are completely different. Like words and opposite sort of different. I guess there's always an exception to the rule."

"Let me let you in on a little secret. I never wanted to attend a private Christian university nor medical school. My father basically forced me to go because he's an elder in the church affiliated with the university. It is safe to say I really am an exception to the rule. After 8 years surrounded by too many Christian doctrines, I am ready to take a break."

She winks at him.

"Wow! Just wow! Your father is an elder in the church? I am absolutely dumbfounded. This is crazy. Excuse the language. Does he not mind that you go to the club?"

"Who would tell him? Besides, my father is the elder, not me. I have a right to live my life however I want to."

She brushes her legs against his in a suggestive manner.

"You are right for sure. Cheers to living our lives without our fathers' influence."

He pours more shots for them and they each down it in one gulp.

Michael refills his cup and hers again each repeating the process of gulping it down at once.

"You know, I like your guts. I like a woman who has a mind of her own. You remind me of my mother, she's exactly like that."

"I would take that as a compliment. She must be a really wonderful woman."

She snuggles closer to him.

"I guarantee you, she is. I am not easy to live with."

He refills their glasses again and, the drinks disappear almost immediately.

They are silent for a while not talking but taking shots upon shots of whiskey.

The bottle of whiskey is soon finished, and Michael calls for another to be put on his tab. They are almost halfway through the second bottle before Michael breaks the silence now slightly tipsy.

"There's something I have been meaning to tell you."

Camille is on the verge of getting drunk but still manages to go along with the conversation.

"What is that?"

"You have the most beautiful pair of eyes I have ever seen. Your petite frame has been driving me crazy since it's all I have been thinking about."

She giggles in response and moves closer to him.

"You think so?"

"There's something you should know about me, I never pay compliments I don't mean. For instance, I wouldn't say your friend, Funmi is beautiful, she's obviously not."

She chuckles and presses her boobs close to him.

"You are mean. Enough of all that. Do you want to touch me?"

He blinks twice in disbelief. He has never met a Nigerian girl quite as blunt as she was.

"It's all I have been thinking about all night. I badly want to touch you. I feel like I would go crazy if I am unable to."

She presses her boobs against him, harder against him.

"What would you do if you were allowed to touch me?"

Was she being serious? This might just be his lucky night if he plays it right.

"There's are many things I would do to you if only I could get your dress out of the way. You know I would........."

She places a finger on his lips to cut him off. He breathes in the faint smell of lemon and honey on her slim delicate finger.

"Let's just get out of here. Is your place nearby?"

"I have a suite reserved for me downstairs. I just need to get the key from the receptionist, and off we go."

He replies eagerly.

"What about your friends? Don't you have to tell them you are leaving?"

She's already on her feet and making for the exit.

"They are not babies, I am sure they can find their way out of here. If you hesitate for a second before joining me outside, you can kiss whatever unholy thoughts running through your head goodbye."

She swings her hips and sashays out of the club.

He quickly grabs the remaining bottle of whiskey off the table before dashing after her.

None of their friends seem to notice their exit as they are busy making private plans of their own too.

He catches up with her and together, they get the key to his suite from the receptionist downstairs.

They race to the door of the suite and he opens the door impatiently running on pure adrenaline.