The lights were bright as we entered the mystical building. Stadium brought people together to enjoy true clubbing. A one stop shop for those that don't sleep. Music was our glue, and the bass was the rhythm.
We walk upstairs to the fourth floor. Entrance to our table "JC" was confirmed the previous day.
Clappy: "Jiban. Go ahead bro."
Jiban: "I'll get water and some chewin"
I make my way to the table, all in good order. The Sweet tea was full of flavor. As we called it back in the day, I made a "triple drop", holding a good 50 with us on our "trip" to enlightenment.
Clappy rejoins me on the table and ushers two simple words, "Jiban. Honors," as I place the favors in his mouth.
Game on.