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Rach.”
                  “Good.” Rachel forced out a grin as she parallel parked next to a cream colored Bentley.  A short plump man bounced out of the driver seat. It was Jazze PHA, one of Atlanta’s hottest music producers. Hmmm, he’s kind of sexy to be so round. Rachel thought to herself as he walked through the lot and greeted the ladies.
                  “I’d do his big ass!” Leah blurted out, as if she knew what Rachel was thinking.
                  “Girl, you’d do just about anybody!” They walked past the long line that wrapped around the entire building and entered the VIP door. Dream was on the microphone hosting; he caught Rachel’s eye from across the room and blew her a kiss.  Surprisingly, she returned the gesture.  The place was packed with standing room only for those not fortunate enough to be in VIP.
                  Leah felt like a kid in the candy store. She worked the room trying to scout out her next baby daddy.  Rachel did a good job on styling her and was happy to be able to introduce her to a new style.  One of the Falcon’s quarterbacks was giving the mother of four a lot of attention and she liked it.
                  “Hold my drink. I’m going to the little girl’s room.” She handed her drink over to Rachel and winked at the ball player. Inside the ladies room, she aggressively dug into her purse. “Where the hell is it?” She started talking to her reflection in the mirror. Finally, she found a tiny bag of white powder.  Pure cocaine.  She sprinkled it on her compact mirror, rolled up a one dollar bill, and snorted the powder into her right nostril. “Ooh! Now I can really party!” She tried to stay clean, but before she boarded the plane to Atlanta, she had stolen Curtis’ dope stash and packed it with her luggage. Luckily for her, it made it past airport security.
                  She walked back into VIP and grabbed her drink from Rachel. She poured it down her throat and started dancing provocatively on the football player.  Rachel had no idea that her roommate was as high as a kite. She just knew that her enemy turned friend was enjoying her night.
                  Rachel was enjoying her night as well. She periodically exchanged seductive looks and friendly smiles with Dream .   He finally walked over and held a short conversation with her.  They exchanged numbers and planned on having lunch later the following week. Ms. Jones didn’t have the best luck with men, but she couldn’t hide under a rock for the rest of her life.  As soon as the Atlanta singer and song writer made his way back to the other side of the room, up walks a very distinguished looking gentlemen.  He smelled good and was dressed in all white Gucci attire.
                  “You are a beautiful lady. Pardon my candor, but I’ve been watching you all night.” He was suave and possessed a little swag.
                  “Oh really? And what brings you here tonight? You must be shopping for something or someone to take home tonight; sorry, I’m not for sale.” Rachel sipped on her coconut rum mixed with pineapple juice and turned her back to the gentleman.
                  “Ha-ha. I get it.  Because I’m a white man in a predominately all black club, I must be shopping or black girl hunting? That’s the problem with women; with people. We get so caught up on what is thought to be normal, the very idea of trying something or someone different scares us.”
                  Rachel looked the blonde haired, blue eyed man up and down. He was an attractive white guy.  Rachel was digging how up front he was.  She took a stick of gum out of her purse and placed it into her mouth. She gave him a friendly smile and batted her lashes at him.
                  “I’m Mike.” The gentlemen stuck his hand out for a friendly