On Friday Night

Its Friday night and we’re off to fire service to celebrate K’s 18th, we BB the girls who are making their hair when its night, fifteen minutes after eight to be exact, something we could really not give a shit about since it was already dark.
Say something timbo ft drake blasts on the car stereo.
8: 25 We purchase a few drinks, Carlo Rossi and Don Simon for the ladies, Red label for the boys with a roll of plastic cups to go. A Man in an Avensis car spots us with the liquor and asks where the party was at, probly one of those game less bachelors that had money but still needed us to act as pimps for him regardless. We would have readily obliged his offer because these men are always ready to drop cash but the problem was the girls. There were doubts in our mind that they would able to shake some money off him and get away with their dignity intact but Anyways………….
We move on in search of the perfect suya and find alongside it, a variation of it named Kilo. However, we had to wait a bit for it to be prepared. The wait for the suya was agonizing, truncated only by d convo I was having with this chick I just added on my BB msgr. Naija chick based in Kumasi, Ghana. Suya finally arrives and we head to Fire service.
Arriving at fire service a few minutes later, we hastily search for a cool spot, seeing as it was operating at full capacity and there were hardly any chairs or good spaces left. The tree next to the wall provides good ambiance as we set up a table for ourselves and the girls who were yet to come.
Fast forward>>>>>>> 6 calls, 2 BB messages, 2 bottles of beer and four plates of isi ewu (antelope head) later, and the girls are nowhere to be found. It starts feeling like being stood up by the pretty girl for being a geeky kid. Tempers flare and we regret not coming an hour late as I suggested earlier (It’s the manly thing to do). Rambo equates this situation to when his family is getting prepared to go to church on Sunday. His sister and mother always have to have their bath after everyone is dressed, sitting in the car and set to go. This of course throws the dad in to a fit of anger and their only defense is that they were in the kitchen all morning.
9:45 we’re pissed and we’re off to silver motel where we bring out the drinks to allay our anger. Rambo suggests we leave before they get there cuz all they’ll do is give him a hug and a peck and cry in their whiny voice and everything will be alright. But no, he wishes to place them on a guilt trip all week. A Drifter soon arrives asking us for someone we know doesn’t exist so he could join our table and share drinks. He is politely shooed away like a fly.
The girls finally arrive all dolled up and shit, ordering Indomie and chicken. There’s a fresher among them willing to get knocked out. I see my chance as does 3 other guys but I take it because I’m faster. *Long Details omitted*We end up in a touch feely session on the gravel behind the club. Her female friends who were obviously brought along for support, arrange a search party and we r eventually foundL. We head back to school, drop the girls at their dorms before I crash down loudly on my bed to sleep.