Chapter XI
Privy Shows
Ralphy, Barack, and Daniel finally got their wish. Generally, The Dorms only allowed for there to be 2 people to a room, but after their consistent poking and prodding, they were able to convince the administration to allow them to have their way. The Three Kingz were together, at last.
“Daniel?!”
“What’s up Bro?!”
“What the fuck are you going to do?!” Ralphy asked angrily.
“Do about what? We Moved Inn, my side of the room clean... What else is there for me to do?” Daniel asked as he lay back on the top bunk of their bunks with His arms outstretched.
“This Nigga always playing dumb...” Barack added.
“Come on B, not you too...”
“Yep. Me too...”
“Look, I like Natural & Neyla. I can’t help that. So WHY do I have to make a decision, THE FIRST DAY we moved in?”
“Because it’s the right thing to do!” Ralphy chirped.
“Basically...” Barack chirped back.
“So let me get this straight,” Daniel began. “Y’all think if I don’t pick one of them, soon, to give my undying affection to, then I’ll ruin their life?!” He asked without blinking.
“No Nigga.” Ralphy responded. “WRONG again.”
“Damn.” Barack said. “I thought he had it too that time.”
“Bro! We all friends right?” Ralphy started.
“TRUE.” Daniel answered.
“And You like both these ‘chicks’!?”
“Yes Bro...” Daniel said impatiently. He wanted Ralphy to get to His point because it felt like, to him, the conversation was beginning to become circular.
“Fuck it. Lil Impatient... The point is, you can’t keep putting a strain on the entire group because your ass is still indecisive. We in college. We grown. Make a decision.” Ralphy said crossing His arms, and stamping His right foot down, as he shifted his weight to the left side of His body.
Knock
Knock
Knock
“Bruh, we just Moved Inn?!” Daniel said.
Who the fuck would be coming over so soon?
He hopped off His bunk, and sprinted to the door. He opened it, just a crack, to get a peep at who it could be. Initially, he thought it was a Resident Advisor (“RA”) because they were talking really loudly. He could have used the peephole, but preferred opening the door partly for a more dramatic effect.
“Who is it?” He asked as he put half his face through the crack and left the other half behind the door.
“Boy move!” JuJu said as she pushed the door on the hinges into Daniel’s bird chest.
“Damn, Ju... You ain’t have to push the door THAT hard!”
“Does he ever stop complaining?!” JuJu whined as She looked from Ralphy to Barack.
They both reciprocated the gesture by shrugging their shoulders, up to their ears, then dropping them down again.
“Anyway, I didn’t come here to talk dick shit with Y’all...”
“What makes you think we in here talking about our dicks?” Daniel asked walking back from the door to His bunk bed.
“Cause,” JuJu began, “All y’all look guilty. I would ask which heaux y’all were talking about, but since we just Moved Inn, and none of Y’all have game, I probably already know them...” She answered matter-of-factly.
“Dick Shit?!” Daniel repeated.
“Dick Clique?” Ralphy added.
“Dick Click!?” Barack chimed in.
“D.C.” Daniel said finally.
“Really?! After all the shit I just said, that’s all Y’all heard?”
“Yep!” They all said high fiving each other as they laughed.
“ D.C. the Movement! We need some shirts!” Daniel exclaimed.
“And some hats!” Barack said.
“Snapbacks only.” Ralphy added.
“Snap that puss...” Daniel began
“Shut up!” JuJu interrupted. She was clearly tired of hearing about their Dickly Antics.
I’m Fed up!
“Okay. Okay.” Daniel said. “If you want you can start a Pussy Clique?”
“Fam... We not talking about Cliques or clits, We talking about ME and the upcoming Date Auction...”
“Date Auction?!” Barack asked with a blank stare. “What the fuck is that?”
“A Date Auction is what is sounds like...” Ralphy responded slowly.
“So what does it require?!” Daniel asked suddenly interested.
“Oh nooooowwww you care...? JuJu answered.
“I’m just curious. How does it work?”
“It’s simple, a girl or guy, goes on stage. The Hosts read little known facts about them off of a cue card, and they saunter...”
Daniel cleared His throat.
“Or swag... Out to the stage.”
“Like modeling?!” Barack asked.
“Like slavery...” Daniel corrected.
“It’s not like that...” JuJu responded.
“What is it like then?” Barack asked.
“It’s DONATIONS based!”
“So?” Barack responded.
“It’s for a good cause.” JuJu finally managed.
“What’s the cause?” Daniel inquired.
“Why does it matter?” She answered abruptly. “You gonna get on stage?” She asked menacingly.
“No, but I got a little change, and the forecast say RAIN!” He said as he hopped off His bed and began to Southside.
“I’m DONE...” JuJu answered.
“Don’t be like that.” Daniel said. “Seriously, I don’t feel comfortable ‘selling myself’, but if my money gets me a date, and it goes to charity... shiii, I’m in dat thang!”
“The women aren’t prostitutes...” JuJu mumbled.
“Duh!” Daniel responded.
“Wait?!” Barack began. “So the women, or men, can CHOOSE to not go on the date?”
“Yep.” Ralphy answered proudly, as if he had explained the entire thing.
“Nigga that’s some bullshit!” Barack said. “I was thinking about getting up there, but fuck that. I aint no slave.”
“There’s my answer then...” JuJu said sadly.
She really wanted to get on stage and help the cause, but she too, had a hard time accepting the parameters of The Date Auction Rules and Regulations. She didn’t want to sell herself. Not in that way at least, but she still wanted to find a way to help her community.
