#dateauction

Chanel and Young sat inside The Dorm talking loudly about The Auction. It was three days away, and they were still disagreeing over the best way to introduce the potential Date options.

“Everyone should come out to their own theme music.” Young said proudly as he checked his fit in the mirror.

“Please tell me you aren’t wearing that?!”

“Stop hating on the Fits, and listen to what I’m tryna tell You.”

Young had his heart seat on giving each Date their own theme music to help set the tone for the show. He wanted the night to be one for the record books. He had caught wind that for the past few years the Date Auction had been struggling. He figured, the best way to spice up more was to add more newness.

“I heard what you said...” Chanel said as she pulled out her phone to check the forecast for the upcoming show date.

“You didn’t hear shit. That’s why you texting while I’m talking.” Young said as he pointed to her reflection in the mirror.

“Shut up Nigga.” She said as she put the phone back in her clutch. “You always choppin!”

“Chanel. I don’t care if you from Houston, or not, it’s called ‘scorin’ NOT ‘choppin’”

“’Scorin’. ‘Choppin’. Whateva. You always doing it and I’m not amused...”

“Whateva bae.” Young said as He began to stare at Chanel licking her lips. “You know you love it...”

“Nigga. I don’t love shit, but money. Annnnndddd that’s what our goal is at the show. Can you focus please??”

“Yes ma’am” He said shrugging His shoulders to combat the cold front in the room.

Damn BrisQuo... You always got it on Ice Box in here...

“Besides Nigga, Angelica wouldn’t want you licking them soup coolers at no one but her...”

She was right.

“I lick my soup coolers at anyone I like,” Young began as he turned back to the mirror to fix his suit and tie.

“You keep changing the subject though. How do you feel about theme music for the Date Auction participants?”

“They did theme music last year, and the year before that.”

Unlike Young, Chanel did her homework. Prior to this meeting, she had a meeting with Gorgeous to discuss the way the Date Auction had gone in previous years. During the meeting, Chanel could tell there was something else she wasn’t being told about the prior date auctions, but she decided not to inquire any further than Gorgeous’ comfort zone. The way Chanel saw it, the Auction was not about property being sold; the Auction was about saving the boobies.

“So since you know so much,” Young said, after finally jimmying his knot correctly, “How about we come out to theme music too?!”

“I don’t know if they’ve done that before...”

“Exactly! Finally, a ‘new’ idea...”

“Fine. You want us to pick our theme music?!”

“Uhh, yeah...”

“Well, if that’s the case, then the participants get to choose their music as well.”

“That’s easy. Isn’t that how it went in the past?”

“No. In the past, the hosts and hostess’ chose the music for the participants.”

“Slave masters...” Young said grinning as he took his seat, opposite Chanel’s seat, on his perch.

“You think everybody slaves Nigga!”

“Maybe. Well, who will gather up the contestant’s song choices? You or me?”

“You can Nigga! Since you’re sooo innovative.”

“Bet.” He responded as he got up to change into basketball shorts and a white tee.

“So you just not going to go to the little boy’s room to change?”

“This My room. You don’t like it, don’t look.” Young said as he dropped his slacks.

“Ugh!” She began as she covered Her eyes (fingers closed) with her left hand. “And since you grabbing songs?...”

“Yeah?!” Young said as he pulled on His shoes. “You can uncover your eyes by the way, I’m decent.” He said shortly.

“Get MY song first!” She yelled as She removed her hand from her eyes.

“Okay. Okay.” He said. “What’s Your song?”

“Scratch that. I’ll get the guy’s songs and you get the girl’s. Deal?”

“Deal!?” Young answered excitedly.