The world rumbles all around the boy. Blurs of color and noise. Gah hid head hurt and was spinning. NOT a nice combo. Gripping his head he flexes and try’s to regain focus… *clinch* … NOPE THAT MADE EVERYTHING WORSE! Falling to what he thought was the ground he tried to cry out, only for it to come out a silent garble. All the while his attempts to regain control make him ignore the world and are ignored by the world. A collection of unknowns on a collision course that could spell doom for the poor young man. Whose tiny form lay in the middle of an open table that was about to be occupied by a group of women. Only through ones name’s sake would he survive.

“I tell ya girls. He will be mine by the end of the evening! ~ Truly fate is on my side and I just know it!” Came the flirtatious declaration of the great bootie one. Grace led her little group right up to the table and stood next to it. “It’s been a long time coming but things will pay off!” The group of several older women stood nodding and giggling except for one exaggerated sigh. The tabletop would then be flooded with cups, purses, and plates of food. Across the table from Grace stood her equal, some say her better, in all ways but personality. A woman of equal stature but bigger heart. “Mia Hafsa” Simply rolled her cinnamon eyes and playfully slapped the table. Blaise only being a few feet from the impact. “And I’ma keep telling you honey y’all fell head over for da wrong guy. Poor thing an’t even had his prom yet.” Reaching down the African American woman would adjust her blue skirt and blouse. For what little it did against her bulging assets. Adjusting her festive sun hat she would shoot Grace a smug grin. “Think you have what it takes to do da Dougie… or whatever these kids dance like now a days… Think it’s called like… Brushing?” One of the women saying she didn’t think it sounded right before Mia crashed her hand on the table again having another near miss with the slowly recovering Blaise. “Right Flossing! … Goodness were we as uncreative back den?”

A chorus of giggles and snide remarks would fill the air, being cut off by a very prideful huff from Grace who would respond with her own slap… this time to her exposed hip flesh. “I won’t need to know any of those things. My goal is that boy and that is it! Who cares what his little friends think! My sister tells me…” Before a harsh voice cuts her off. “Ya mean yer over herd’a snoopin!~” Chuckled a bright red head before taking a quick swig of her bottle. Grace would just shoot her a pointed glare and continue sternly. “My sister tells me… that he only ever hangs out with big-butted bimbos anyways. So… as soon as I show him my little surprise then I know for a fact that he will finally see things my way and give up on this petty little game of hard to get!~” Rubbing her hands together Grace would shift excitedly on the spot, her gelatinous mountains jiggling and a strangely menacingly knowing way. The red head would simply wipe her mouth with her elbow and lean harder on the table. Blaise who had just regained some sense of hearing would cause him to scatter confusingly bumping into the top of one of her cheeks as two of her extra beer bottles clanked together.