The party was alive and well. Everyone felt warm and the world was spinning in all the right ways. Dim lights and a slight haze from cigarette smoke set an atmosphere of lust and sin. The room smelled a little like a skunk, but nobody complained, and some even said they thought it smelled good. Music meant that nobody was standing still, and nobody was a lonely dancer in the room. Bodies were pressed against one another without any fear of invading someones personal space.
CJ walked into the room and felt like he was at home. Already faded from smoking with his friends before, he smelled the smoke of the room and smirked. A quick shout across the room to his friends and a beer bottle in hand was all he needed to slip into the party. CJ walked through the room as if he was Jesus walking on water. He knew he was the unique one at this party, nobody else had the same colored plaid shirt as him. It came from the expensive section of Forever 21, and he knew none of the people at this party could afford it cept for him. Nobody looked as good as he did in his thick, black framed glasses or his neon purple and baby blue hat, cocked ever so slightly upon the top of his head. He was most proud of his shoes though, his limited edition Nike Dunks that color coordinated exactly with his hat and shirt. He liked to tuck his pants into his shoes to make them pop out more, and tonight was no exception. Yeah, he knew nobody in here could match how good he looked, and he carried himself with a swag, with his head held high and that ever present slight smile on his face.
The room was dark, but CJ saw something that grabbed his attention across the room. He couldn't see her face, but her little black dress caught her curves in a way that beckoned a second look. She's the kind of girl that needed more investigating, and CJ knew the best way to do that was to go say whats up. There was a crowd in between the two of them, but all CJ saw was the reward at the end of the tunnel. He grazed his chin with his thumb, put on his best smile, and started to stroll towards the mysterious girl. The crowd wouldn't let him through so easily though, and strangers were constantly bumping and rubbing, but he wouldn't let his goal slip out of reach. He was focused so much on his goal that he didn't notice the bottle of beer in his hand start to slip.
"Hey man, the fuck you doing?"
CJ was broken out of his trance. "What?" was all he was able to get out.
"You spilled beer all up on my shoes. Look, you still spilling."
"Ah my bad bro." CJ patted the guy on his shoulder and started to look for the girl again.
"Naw it ain't 'my bad bro'. You don't fucking understand. These are my new kicks."
"Seriously man, my bad." CJ started to walk away from the guy for good.
"Aw hell naw you is not trying to walk away from me. You trying to get your ass kicked huh? I'ma put your ass to shame."
CJ felt himself being spun around. He didn't have time to react. There wasn't a reflex to dodge. All that was left was a look of emptiness on a face that couldn't stop smiling.
Yay so my prompt for this one was to do a dialog between two people that escalates into a dispute. Mine didn't really escalate but oh wells. I wanted someone to get punched, so I just thought of the group of people that deserves it most. So yeah hope you enjoy.
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