Annie (incomplete)

hi... A follower requested a short story by me a while ago. here is what i have of Annie so far. 

She put the cigarette to her mouth. Inhaled the minty smoke and breathed it out through her nose. “I’m Annie”. She squat down to put the cigarette on the floor exposing her sexy thighs and then stood up before stubbing it out with her leopard print heel. It crumbled, the filter still intact stained with lipstick.  “I’m not much of a smoker.” she said reapplying her pink lipstick. “One puff and I’m good. Probably a waste of money though.” Her biracial hair was tumbling away from the top knot bun and she was trying to pin it up. The sweat glistened on her long neck. “I like to dance. That’s why I’m all sweaty. I’m always dancing when I’m out. It’s ridiculous.” She slid through the club door, turned and called out “Dance with me”. He tossed his cigarette to the street and followed.

Her slim figure slid through the crowd easily while he struggled to keep up. He kept his eye on her as he shoved through the masses. Her gold dress, tiny gold dress hung loosely of her body. He guessed she needed the freedom on the dance floor. She had her hands in the air. Her hips moved sensually. He was aroused. He couldn’t hear the music over the crowd or through the alcohol, so he followed her lead. She seemed happy. She was laughing and giggling like a five year old. He could tell she was free. She was shameless. She got down. She was dirty dancing with him; she didn’t even know his name, he wasn’t sure she was interested in it. “Let me get you a drink?” he whispered in her ear. “No! I want to dance.” So they danced. He couldn’t feel his legs anymore. But she was pretty, exotic. She had long thin legs that moved with the grace of a queen. She let her hair loose; tumbling down into a bundled mess. He felt her soft brown curls against the skin on his neck. Her skin was glistening with sweat. He wanted to devour her. Her hips swayed against his and he put his hands on them and pulled her close. The music was loud. He was drunk, maybe even high.

 He didn’t remember. But he woke up next to a red haired girl. Annie didn’t have red hair. She was a dusty brown, exotic. This girl isn’t exotic. She is pale. He sat up and put his head between his legs, Hangover. Fuck Hangovers. His bedside alarm went off. He turned to switch it off. 11 am, flashed in bright red digits illuminating the condom wrapper on the bedside table. Thank God. She rolled over. He saw the makeup smudges on his sheets, bitches and their bloody makeup. “Morning.” she mumbled. “Would you like some Coffee?”He asked, stepping out of bed. He was naked. He wasn’t bothered. It was his house, so he strolled feeling even manlier as she stared. She stared. Shameless, she hadn’t seen much of him in last night’s fumbling. “Yes please, black, strong and sweet. Same way I like my men.” He had a smirk on his thick lips. She smiled as she sat up. Where were her clothes? She saw his T-Shirt lying on the floor, it would have to do.

She walked into the kitchen in his T-Shirt just as the coffee machine filled up. “Jessica.” she whispered in his ear. “We were both really out of it last night.” “I’m Thato.” He handed her a cup of coffee, “Strong, Black and sweet like me.” he laughed. She laughed as she sat down. He stood, still naked. “I’m going to shower. Make yourself at home.”He walked away. The water slid over him; enveloping him in a cloud of steam and relaxation. It did nothing to steal away the exhaustion in his face. His head still hurt, Bloody tequila.  He did little to think about anything. His mind stayed empty, except the flash backs of dancing with Annie. She was gorgeous. What happened last night?

When he came back Jessica was gone. She made the bed, folded his clothes, made him breakfast and left a note under his coffee mug. It read, “Don’t remember much of last night but you’re gorgeous. Call me sometime. When we’re sober? ” White women are amazing. He laughed. Things like this didn’t happen back home. He tossed out the breakfast, the eggs were limp and the smell of bacon didn’t help his hangover. He crawled back into bed.

When he woke up Annie was still in his thoughts and he couldn’t get her face out of his head or her smile. He looked at the digital clock on the bedside table, the red digits flashed 1800hrs. His Blackberry’s alert light flickered red, a little bit of sunlight crept through the heavy duty curtains. British Summers are gorgeous. The message from Nina wanted to know if he’d come out to dinner with her and a few friends. His stomach growled in the silence of the room, in agreement he assumed. He got dressed quickly; he was already late.

Nicky’s was still quiet when he arrived. The Italian serving restaurant had nothing to do with Italy. But they served good food and had even better wine, on a student’s budget. The group of at least fifteen was seated at the long table at the back of the restaurant. They’d already gone through nine bottles of wine. He strolled towards them and immediately started chuckling when Jane noticed him and made kissing faces. “What The Fuck happened last night?”He asked pulling out a seat. The table erupted in laughter. Lulu flipped her hair and sipped her wine. He could tell she still wasn’t over their fling. “Dude, what was that number sixty-four? Duke gave him a playful punch. He pretended to be hurt, masking his face in surprise, “I’m appalled. At least number ninety.” The group all laughed and broke off into their own miniature conversations. He leaned over to Nina, she was pretty, natural looking. She was from Nigeria. He still wasn’t over her habit of adding an O sound at the end of every other word. She was constantly cursing him for laughing at her accent. But then he’d tell her she was pretty and she would forget she was angry.

Nina wasn’t amused with Thato’s antics. She personally didn’t like to see women used like Thato used them. Of course he argued that these girls weren’t women. Those women didn’t go home with men they’d met in a club after a few tequilas and sweaty gyrating on a dance floor. He said women were like her, they sat at their table drank their drinks, danced and went home. Then she’d forget about the wars she was fighting for women back in Lagos. UK seemed to be doing that to her, asking her to worry about herself more than anybody else. Lulu was staring at him. He could see her from the corner of his eyes while he watched Nina laugh at his jokes.

Duke’s laugh bellowed over the table. Everyone was staring at him; he put his Iphone on the table. “I cannot deal with this. Such ratchet behaviour though.” he managed to squeal out. Lulu laughed. Clearly she had gotten the joke. Then she walked past. Her hair was lost in the Roxett era. She was 50 or so. At least that’s what her sagging flesh said. Her makeup and outfit however said something else. She was wearing a leopard print low cut top, short leather skirt and Spice Girl platforms. Even he could tell that this was a flop. The table was laughing by now.

Dinner ended with a few people stumbling out of Nicky’s. Duke and Lulu were walking hand in hand. They were singing Nina Simone’s “Aint got no_ I got life” very drunk and very loudly; a few people walking past gave them judgemental looks. Lulu Curtsied at a few of them.  She was in a humorous mood today. Duke held her up when she stumbled. Nina cursed under her breath. She was so traditional and judgmental she didn’t approve of Lulu’s behaviour. Her expression when Jane had vomited in the ice bucket was a lot worse. Nina was amusing when she was upset. She fumed and a creased formed in the centre of her brows. The same crease she always had on in classes when she concentrated. She wanted to go home. Nobody else was ready to go, so he called her a cab. He walked her to it, opened the door closed it and watched it drive away. Then he walked. He walked on the dark London streets at midnight on a cool summer night imagining making love to a girl he’d only ever seen once and would probably never see again. It made him laugh. It seemed almost poetic.