🍷 *     ◟   ❛ JAMAICA ME CRAZY ❜ ,
METHOD MAN.

❝ Bam bam, ey, what a bam bam. Bam bam dilla, bam bam. Bam bam dilla, bam bam. 'Ey what a bam bam, seh what a bam bam. ❞

Weed is one crazy drug. It's interesting how despite is average cost within the streets and its down-setting values, it makes you see the beauty in all things. And that's how he saw the beauty inside of her and ended up falling for it.

The low rambunctious hues of  You Don't Love Me (No, No, No) by Dawn Penn swirled around the young man like a slithering smoke, just waiting to crawl up his throat and exhale. Melanated bodies stuck together like warm glue, ringed hands gripping soft waists, and teasing lips kissed necks. This party was a form of celebration where drinks and music provided a sequel of good vibes and eventful times. Wu-Tang Clan was celebrating awards that proved that hard work did in fact up your blessings. After their electric performance of C.R.E.A.M. at the Source Awards, they just so happened to win New Artist of The Year and Single of the Year with Method Man. So naturally they wanted to celebrate.

It was something that the twenty-three-year-old rapper has yet to grow used to finding the scene nothing but a chapter that the young youth would eventually suck up like sponges until the sponge couldn't suck anymore and they ended up becoming filled with regrets and buckets spewing with the aftermath. The party lifestyle was getting draggingly long to the point where it had some wanting to search for the euphoric episode elsewhere.

One thing he will give credit for was the music choices as it was a Jamaican-owned club. ODB aka the party man and life of the party was the one who suggested it claiming that Jamaicans made the best beef patties as he was once messing around with one. Sandra Wilcart was a little crazy but knew how to cook a mean jerk chicken.

The endless continuation of tradition starts with drinks clinking smiles gleaming, and a sea of bodies flowing inside the club. It was a rather large space and only created a small feeling by the number of people who were there. Mainly groupies, a few rappers who would call themselves celebrities were there as well just mingling and minding their business.

I should've taken my ass back to the hotel he thought to himself, the slow tapping of his finger against his knee brought him to reality as the battery containing his social limit was wearing thin. Being antisocial was something. Human nature wants you to have interactions with people but then again people and their energies are too mind-consuming. The only thing keeping him sane was the weed. It was some fancy shit that Raekwon discovered while lurking in the southern state of Florida, something that had the younger man eyeing him.

Because why would you go all the way to Florida for some fancy weed? Nonetheless, Clifford still felt the urge of wanting to go home despite liking the buzz.

The dancefloor, which was just the downstairs lower floor with various spaces reminded him of how beautiful black people truly looked without all the extra negativities. Like a moving portrait (something Leonardo da Vinci might've painted) the various brown shades glittered and shimmered underneath the iridescent lights. It was truly beautiful, however, when he saw her he was left feeling awestruck.

The beaded curtain moved behind her causing her to stand out the most even with the sea of bodies. Skin appeared toffee, and the inner corners of her skin gleamed dark blue and a striking silver. Her plump lips glazed over in a thinking manner the dark brown matter on it catching the rouge lighting as her dark pupils glanced over. A shard of a singular star struck through the cautious mind, embedding itself into her very matter, a glittering luminescence rooted through her vine. Naturally, the sea of bodies parted almost revealing herself to him as she walked through, eyes landing elsewhere.

The glittering matching sky blue top with matching pants accentuated every curve she had to offer and possessed great strength with the loose straps resting on her shoulders. The front left little to no imagination, revealing her smooth toned stomach.

What caught his eyes the most was how she was the only one who wasn't holding a drink in her dainty hands or had her lips whispering indecent properties inside a man's tainted ears. She felt eyes on her but just couldn't pinpoint where the annoyed expression on her facial features extended it greatly.

She seemed content with herself, not paying any mind to the cat-calling sneers and hushed whispers that always found their way to her. He read it in a book once, when he accidentally picked up the wrong book from the bookstore (yes the man read, ain't nothing wrong with that. It was therapeutic to him in a sense) which detailed the essence of women and he found it to be very informative.

She continued her way down the parted sea of bodies occasionally waving at familiar faces (there were celebrities there so of course.) It wasn't until she was a couple of meters away from Clifford that he found himself growing more enamored.

Shit, she's even prettier close-up. Lost in the word of entrancement he hadn't even realized how hard and long he was staring at her with wandering eyes until her eyes landed on his and boy she didn't look pleased. Her eyes screamed is there a problem? but her lips held a slightly curved grin to it once she realized who it was "Don't I know you from somewhere." It came out soft, and sleek yet with a little edge as she recognized him from TV or maybe the bookstore where she caught him picking up a book that talked about the chakras and it made her think well how in the hell does he know about chakras because most of the guys she's encountered only cared about pulling numbers and bagging the chicks. Street niggas But of course, she paid him no mind and dismissed him like it was no problem.

"It depends on where?" Clifford cooly states, that the murky brown herb placed between his fingers burned a little before the grey matter covered his lungs until it eventually came out with an exhale "Cause nowadays I be in a lot of places."

She continued to eye him before coming to a realization "You're the guy from the bookstore, on 208 Bay Street—the one who picked up the book about chakras—so whatchu' tryna do, open your third eye." She playfully joked.

"Oh yeah, you were the shorty who was with some other girls payin' niggas dust." Once she was in front of him, he vaguely remembered her. "Plus ain't nothin' wrong with getting in tune with your spirituality." He answers once again which causes her to raise an eyebrow which hints at the word really?

"You wanna dance?" The words came out without realizing, his body found itself getting up from where he sat, his eyes still on the beauty in front of him.

She looked at him before a chuckle escaped her lips "It depends, can you?" And that was all she said before the bottom of her heels did a swift 180 and with that, she was gone walking through the bustling bodies like a ghost, never looking back as if she was testing to see if he'd follow.

And he did, eyes still trained on her attempting to follow where she was going "Yo' slow down." She couldn't believe he was following her like a lost puppy, just a couple minutes prior he simply wanted to go home and sleep the high off, but now the only thing on his mind was her.

It wasn't until he reached the more crowded part of the dancefloor that the music would change to Bam Bam by Sister Nancy. It seemed whoever was the DJ at the party appeased the reggae audience the partygoers went crazy over it, their bodies quickly clinging onto a single person which made it harder for him to find her.

Pushing through the crowd, his eyes looked everywhere. He wasn't so sure as to why he was even doing this in the first place. He could've just said fuck it and left but there was something about her that had him hooked.

Moving through the crowd while uttering whispered hushes of the word excuse me he finally found what a sight it was.

Hips moved with ease, the silhouette of her figure grinding effortlessly was an amazing sight to many, especially to him. It wasn't until his hands found on her waist that it made him feel like he was in heaven.

With her ass pressed against his pants. They moved slowly but sensually along with the music. Clifford felt like he was on cloud nine, from how close their bodies were, the music, and the fact that she was something out of a fairytale made it almost seem like a dream he never wanted to wake up from.

The strong aroma of coconut mixed with tropical herbs wafted off her body making the man almost think for a split second that he took a last-minute trip to the islands or something. Shit, it even made weed seem so average because it was a whole different type of high.

The attraction was most definitely there, the energy was there and the way it felt like they were the only ones in the room made it feel much stronger.

She turned around slowly making sure to brush against him which caused him to chuckle lowly out of amusement. Her eyes remained on his as  they continued to dance "Since we dancin' at shit how come I still don't know yo' name?" It came out curious as he wanted to know the name of the woman who managed to steal all his attention.

She stared up at him for only a moment. Her glittery eyes shimmered as she sized him up, her dark irises scanning him up and down before answering "Slim."

That is all it took for him to grow puzzled. Could it be a nickname, codename, her real name "Are you forreal?"

"Whatever you believe." Was she even real at this point? Was she just a fragment of his imagination or was it just the weed making him hallucinate "But I gotta go."

Suddenly his fantasy came crashing down by those words. She had to leave? Already? He hadn't even realized that his hands were placed on his sides until he saw her proceed to walk away.

"Wait, hollon.—" He stopped her before she could leave by reaching out for her hand gently "Can I atleast get yo' number?" He wasn't the type to beg for nothing as he could've easily gotten it elsewhere but there was just something about her that had him hooked.

"Sorry baby but I don't give out handouts, you gotta work for it." She made sure to emphasize the word work. "Also congrats on the awards." Without even leaving a glance she paid the rapper dust before disappearing within the crowd once more.

"Damn." It burned him a little he'll admit but it just made him want to know her even more. He liked a challenge so let the games begin "I think I'm in love."

𝖎. Another update. So this was a chapter from my scrapped Method Man fic that I decided to turn into an imagine because why waste something as good as this? Lemme know your thoughts and I'll catch you on the flip side.