Chapter XIV
Mr. 215... The Legacies Continue
Young looked up from his phone. The crowd had gone silent. It was his time to step up for the middle of the show. He walked toward the center of the stage and cleared his throat loudly before reading off the description on his cue card. After he finished...
Ooohhh Babay
Gotta get you home with me tonight,
Ooooohhh Babay,
Gotta get you home with me tonight,
Gotta hold your body tight,
Make you scream and shout....
Before the Woman could even walk toward the stage, Daniel put his bid in.
“100 dollars!”
After the Woman got to the stage’s center and the spotlight hit her face, Daniel realized his mistake. He bid on Neyla instead of Natural.
Fuck!
“Welp. This just got interesting!” Chanel said to the crowd, rioting with laughter.
“125!” A dark figure in the back left of the crowd yelled out.
Who the fuck is that?
Daniel looked at Young. Young looked towards Daniel’s voice.
“Welp. We got 125,” Young began, “anyone trying to go higher?!?
“150!” Daniel yelled proudly.
The dark figure kept his brim low. He peeked, only for a moment, to see the Woman He was bidding on. Once he saw her beautiful face, he was willing to bet his entire pocket on the cute Freshie.
“175!” Carter yelled.
Fuck!
“I only got 175 on me.” He said looking at Russ.
“Nigga you outbid Me already...” Russ said as he crossed his arms looking up at Daniel, who was now, standing and sweating, as he was attempting to outbid Carter.
“Come on bro. Don’t be like that!”
“We got 175!?” Young said looking back in Daniels general direction.
“200.” Daniel squeaked.
“Nigga...” Ralphy said, seated to the right of Daniel, where you plan on getting that 25 from?”
“Shit. You!” Daniel said as He looked down at Ralphy.
“205!” Carter yel;ed.
Damn Nigga quit. I’m running low on meal credits already.
“We got 205!?” Young yelled looking at Daniel again. “Going once!”
“Ralphy, let me hold 40 dollars!”
“What?” Ralphy yelled over the booing crowd.
“Going twice!” Young yelled.
“215!?” Daniel yelled quietly.
“Ummm... I think We got 215 over here.!?”
“Daniel, who said I wanted to loan you 40 dollars?!” Ralphy asked, as he raised his seat.
“Come on Bro. It’s for charity.” Daniel said wiping the sweat accumulating over his eyebrows.
“215 going ONCE. TWICE. Annnnd we have a winner!” Young yelled finally as he stood closer to the edge of the stage, eager to see, the gentleman outbidding his nigga. When he squinted to the back let of the auditorium, no one was sitting there anymore.