D'Kwon's Corner

Andre walked in the entrance of Club Flava, security scanned him in the doorway, and he paid the admission. He entered the club and his face was struck by the thick wall of sound and body heat. He shook his head as he strolled to the bar and took a seat at the counter.  'What can I get you?" The bartender asked while polishing a glass.  "He will have a Apple martini" Greg walked up to the counter and paid for the drink.  "Apple martini it is" Andre stared at Greg.  "What you doing buddy?" Andre smiled.  "I  just came here for some atmosphere" Greg smirked.  "I suppose lil boy" Andre giggled.  "So who you trying to take home tonight" Andre raised his eyebrow as he receive his drink from the bartender.  "Oh I don't know. Maybe you?" Greg laughed as he shook his head.  "That's a laugh but no…you are too damn controlling for me" Andre sipped on his drink.  ...

Chapter II  Tristan watched as his phone lite up against his face, he rolled over in his King size bed, and place his cell on the black nightstand. The phone announced “You have an incoming call from...” when he hit the ignore button his screen. He scratched his curly hair as he rose from his bed and walked out of his bedroom toward the kitchen. A pile of letters rested on top of the dining table as he walked passed to the coffee maker.  He filled the coffee maker with coffee and water and put a bagel into the toaster.  His phone yelled “You have an incoming call from Michael Smith” as Tristan rolled his eyes.  “What the fuck does he want?” He asked while pouring a cup of his fresh hot coffee brew.  There was a knock on the door, Tristan looked over to the stove to check the time, and walked to the door.  “Who is it?” He questioned.  “It’s me Greg. Let me in” Greg said as he stood outside at the door.  Tristan opened the ...

Sun rays touched down to bake Michael's brown skin a nice caramel brown as he got out of his car and walked up to the stairwell. The smell of the hot asphalt mingled with a sweet taste of hickory barbecue within his nose.  He looked back to lock his car and saw neighborhood kids playing with their water guns. He smiled at them because he knew that was the simple days and began up the stairs. He made his work up to Apt. 14C when he got to the door he raised his hand. He checked to see if his breath was bad and popped up in a stick of Winterfresh.  He knocked on the door, his heart raced as he awaited the door to open, and he felt the hairs on his neck rise as the door slowly. Sweat trickled down on his face as the moment the door inched open. A smile crept on his face as his heart stopped. His eyes adhered to a pair of smoky green eyes staring back at him.  "So are you going to come in and just stand there looking stupid Mikey" Michael was questioned.  ...