Save the Last Dance Page #4

Wait, I have to ask you a question.

Do I really look okay?

Lakisha! Let me use your car.

I just want to sit in it

for a minute, all right?

- Come on.

- What? I thought...

Let's go, let's go.

You need to take off

that 5th-grade-dance-looking top.

It's from Gap.

It's country

and you look country in it.

You're gonna put these on, too.

What the hell

am I gonna do with this?

Oh, come here. Come here.

- Thanks, girl.

- No problem.

Let's bounce.

- You got a pocket for this cash?

- Yes.

Let's get to our table before it gets

crashed and I have to hurt somebody.

- What are you, some kind of VIP?

- Snook hooks me up when he spins.

- Hey, you got it, you got it!

- Got what?

The right to walk past your greasy

self without your paws on my ass?

Yeah, you got it.

That's how I got it?

That's how I thought I had it.

Come on, girl.

- Hey, what's up?

- We're here. Shawna!

- Hello.

- Sara, Shawna. Shawna, Sara.

- This place is tight, right?

- It's so cool.

What is up with this place?

Seems like they're letting anybody in.

And they started with you.

I'm Nikki. Alyssa, Jasmin.

You know Diggy, right... Marsha?

Sara. It's Sara, actually. I know you,

though. You're in my gym class.

- That don't mean you know me.

- Quit it, Nikki.

Quit what?

I ain't walking on eggshells

because you brought

the Brady Bunch to the Negro Club.

Maybe you came to the wrong spot.

I'm sure there are no Negroes here.

I'm sure you came with one.

Oh, no, wench, you did not

just call me a Negro.

- You all just chill.

- Why don't you tell her to chill?

She the one that's always

got something to say?

I could say a lot more.

You keep talking,

I will lay all your sh*t bare.

Hey! Why you got to burn her

like that, Chenille?

I can't stand her ass and the way

she plays my brother.

- What's up, dude?

- Hey, man.

Let's dance.

Let's not.

- Is it gonna be like that?

- How did you think it was gonna be?

That you were just gonna drop me

and pick me up whenever you wanted?

I miss you.

Does this have anything to do

with that fool dismissing you?

Ain't nobody dissed or dismissed me,

Derek. I laid him off.

You fired me. You laid him off.

Now you've just got to find someone

to dance with, and all will be good.

- What's up? What'd he say?

- He's tripping, come on.

Yo! Excuse me!

Yo, want to dance

with me for a minute?

- Catch you later.

- Bye.

What you drinking?

I don't know... maybe I'll have...

That's him coming over.

- Who?

- Christopher's father.

Don't look, don't look.

How you doing?

Why don't you ask

how your son is doing?

That's a line

you ain't tried in a while.

- Why you gotta jump off like that?

- Why you gotta be like you are?

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