Anyway after the Kenya Moore situation, I got another drink and hit the dance floor trying to holla at some other women. I kept getting a tap on my shoulder from a chick asking what time it was. I tell her and go back to my business. Twenty minutes later, another tap. She asks again for the time.
I'm starting to get annoyed because at this point I was dancing with some chick and was on my fourth drink. Five minutes later I get another tap and this time I'm like WHAT?!
This time it was a short thick, dark skin, chick in a tight black and white dress. Ass was poking. She says in broken English, "my cousin likes you. You want to talk?" It was her cousin that kept tapping me. I looked over and her cousin was in the corner smiling. Her cousin wasn't all that in the face but had some sexy thick thighs. The fine cousin was name was Dianna so we move to another era of the club.
Like I said before, this club had different sections that played different types of music and had different vibes. Anyways me and the cousin, her name was Onely, chopped it up as much as we could because she didn't speak English and was trying to use my translator and Dianna tried to translate as much as possible. I was focused on Dianna because her body was BANGING. I was dancing with both and Dianna's ass was staring at me.
Me and Onely go to a different portion of the club and start dancing when all of sudden the power goes out. Onely grabs my arm and starts screaming. A few seconds later, the power comes back on. She starts dragging me to the exit and she has a look of panic on her face. I later learned the explosion that happened in Havana a few weeks ago had her shook and she thought something was going to happen. I figured she was trying to get out of the club because she was trying to fukk. I had bought her like two drinks already and she drank half of mine. We get outside and wait for Dianna. Now in Cuba they have regular taxis and they had people who will take you anywhere if you give them money. Basically you flag someone down and ask them for a ride and you give them money to take you wherever you need to go. No uber or lyft in cuba. I wanted to go to my spot but they insisted we go their spot. At first I was nervous but I'm like whatever. Dianna flags someone down in some beat up 50s Cadillac to take us to her spot. We get in and I'm nervous because I'm thinking, I'm about to get robbed. The whole time to Dianna's place everyone is speaking Spanish and I don't understand shyt. Onely is rubbing my hand the whole time. It's me a Onely in the back seat, Dianna, the driver and the driver's homebody in the front seat. I'm seriously thinking it's a setup.
Finally we get to Dianna's place and it's HOOD HOOD. She gives him some pesos and she starts talking loud in Spanish and they proceed to argue in Spanish for like five minutes. I'm like if there is a heaven or hell, how am I going to explain to the angels in heaven or the demons in hell how I ended up here. Anyways we get out the car and go inside with the driver following behind me. Dianna opens the door and pulls out a big ass duffle bag. I'm thinking to myself, are they going to chop me up.
Dianna says sit and say "my house your house." Onely is just standing there smiling. The driver looks pissed off and I'm thinking to myself, I'm going to die. Dianna opens up the duffle bag and it's filled with shoes, slides, etc. The driver starts looking through the bag a trying on different shoes. It turns out that Dianna didn't have enough money for the ride so she's bartering with the driver to give him so shoes and some of the money. After a few minutes he finds what he wants and leaves. Dianna says "i business woman!"
Dianna goes to her freezer and pulls out some chicken and starts to fry it. Onely goes to take a bath while Dianna and I talk. Onely finishes and says she wants more beer. I'm like how many drinks are you going to have tonight?
We go outside and go to someone's house. His girlfriend/wife looks like a typical hispanic woman with a box body but the dude looks like a tall, swole, Blacc Youngsta. They buy like 5 beers and head back into Dianna's spot. So we're sitting there drinking beer, salsa dancing, and eating chicken and rice.
At this point I've had a total of like 7 or 8 drinks between the club and at the house and I'm starting to feel drunk/tired.
Onely keeps getting text messages and Dianna tells me her son woke up and won't go back to sleep and she needs to go home. At this point I'm tired and it's like 5am and I haven't fukked anything yet.
I'm like whatever call me a taxi because I want to go home. Dianna keeps saying "it's complicated, it's complicated" in broken English. Next thing I know, Blacc Youngsta walks in talking all loud in Spanish. I'm thinking this is it, I'm going to get got now
and I tense up. Dianna argues with Blacc Youngsta for like five minutes and then he looks at Onely and speaks in Spanish and then leaves with Onely. Dianna says no taxis this late because everyone at disco(club). She says you can spend night which at this point I'm half asleep on the couch already so she takes me to her son's room. She says her son is with grandma and not worry and that "my house, your house" in broken English. I'm like whatever lie down on the bed. Few minutes later she comes back in naked and we fukked.